Artist: In Dying Days
The desire to build glass houses
To see the world trough a mediated light.
Our voyeur's belly full, what we fear is knowing
It's possible to face and seize each and every day
Terrified of a life wasted, bitter and afraid
Look around to see what we've come to build
Let the good times roll but we can never sit still
We've convinced ourselves we're screaming at brick walls
Because we will even feel free if they ever fall?
True life is a balancing act
All our bridges burned will never come back
What will we tear down? What will he hold dear?
We kill our potential, we kill what we fear
If you look you'll always find excuses
We wait, we worry, we wonder
When time files will we have wings to follow?
When time files who will have wings to follow?
Who will be cut down and left behind?
But what a note to end on, for all our faults
Something noble in not knowing but still moving on
What else can we do but stay strong and just be?
If the time comes I hope this is how
I'll remember you and you'll remember me
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