Memories & dreams
They come to me at night
When I can’t get away
These people of my past
Where are they anyway
They come to me at night
These dreams and resolutions
The things I’ll never do
Regrets I’ll always have
They come to me at night
The words I’ve always wanted
The things I’ve never known how to say
They will come again
They will come again
They will come again
And when I sleep they’ll go
They won’t be here tomorrow
This part of me has never
risen from this bed
That’s when the hopeful part
of me gets resurrected
With life ever on the agenda
But they will come again
they will come again
They come to me at night
All that I’ve ever wanted
A mix of memories and dreams
and dreams
they will come again
they will come again
they will come again
you will come again
will I come again
will I come again
will I come again
Is it me?
Is it me
To feel so free
Or is that just something
I wish that I could be
I am alone in a house that’s not a home
alone, in a land that’s not my own
alone, with a fear I’ve never known
Is it me
In the dark
Waiting for a light
That’d make me feel alright
Where do I go when the levy’s break
where do I go when I’m in the mud
Where do I go when my eyes are filled with blood
Is it me
To feel so free
Or is that just something
I wish that I could be
I understand I get wrapped around the axel
Understand, lock myself in shackles
Understand, I act out like an asshole
Is it me
In the dark
Waiting for a light
That’d make me feel alright
I am between a cushion and a screen
Between, a floorboard and a beam
Between, what’s felt and what is seen
Is it me
To feel so free
Or is that just something
I wish that I could be
Frying into fire
I hold a dead-pan in my hand
I’m just a splatter of a man
I’ve got a rusty heart and a dusty brain
I’ve got aches and they’ve got names
I hop from frying into fire
I light the match that starts the blaze
Then throw myself upon the pyre
And lose all sight amidst the the haze
Sometimes days just feel the same
I Wake up feeling pretty lame
A lonely bag at baggage claim
An old picture in a frame
If I destroy the things I hate
I’ll end up killing what I love
All purpose goes a flash in pan
I crush the bird that’s in my hand
I hop from frying into fire
I light the match that starts the blaze
Then throw myself upon the pyre
And lose all sight amidst the the haze
And if all this is just a game
Could you please tell me what’s the aim?
Are the winners ones with fame?
And are the losers those we blame?
I wake up lying on the ground
And all I hear is but a sound
Of nothing really quite profound
The clock is always counting down
I hop from frying into fire
I light the match that starts the blaze
Then throw myself upon the pyre
And lose all sight amidst the the haze
Whoever you are
Who ever liked you who never helped?
Who ever believed you who didn’t want to first?
Who ever saw you until they started looking?
And who ever called you who didn’t want to talk?
Who ever loved you who didn’t love themselves?
Who ever said things they hadn’t heard?
Who ever came to until they’d been knocked out?
And who ever needs you better have a lot to say.
Who
Whoever
Whoever you
Whoever you are
Whoever you are to
Whoever you are to be
Whoever you are to be to
Whoever you are to be to me
Whoever you are to be to me please
Whoever you are to be to me please be
Because who can really love you when they’re locked in a cage?
Who can really love you from a pedestal?
Who can really see you with your blinders on?
And who can really touch you when you're gone?
So whoever you are to me, be to me who you are
And this I promise you who I am to you will be the same as who I am to me
Be to me who you are
Be to me who you are
Whoever you are
Faith
Surrounded by things that I can’t comprehend
Surrounded by people who all go to their end
Wandering people all twisted within
When all is done, wonder what will have been
What I perceive even in this darkness
All that I dream when I wrestle again
All this is steam that goes in a sigh
Just circling round, this all passes by
This breath that’s inside couldn’t come from the spin
This breath that’s inside didn’t come from the wind
I cannot believe this all came from within
I cannot believe this all is a whim
That’s why I believe even when I don’t want to
Why I believe even when I don’t want to
Why I believe even when I don’t want to
Why I believe, why I believe
One second I’m here, the next I am gone
And who will be left to carry me on
If all that is left is a memory
why would I care what you think of me
Why would I care about poverty
If my actions don’t follow me
Circling round this drain taking me
A page in a grave-digger’s diary
I cannot believe that nothing means anything
I cannot believe that this is a game
I cannot believe that death is the end of me
I cannot believe I’ll become just a name
That’s why I believe even when I don’t want to
Why I believe even when I don’t want to
Why I believe even when I don’t want to
Why I believe, why I believe
What remains
lights coming on, is it time to go in?
Dad’s coming home, time for dins to begin.
Dark is the night, is the day, is the way.
I never knew I had so much to say.
What in the end will be our refrain?
What in the end will be our refrain?
I’m on my way, on my way to the end.
I understand when I stand next to you.
I am afraid to name what I fear.
I was afraid of the darkness within.
You opened me up to see who I am.
Love is the way, that’s what you always say.
What in the end will be our refrain?
What in the end will be our refrain?
When that last day of our lives begins;
Who will we be?
What will we see?
Where will we go?
And what will we leave?
When we go will our love remain?
When we go will our love remain?
When we go will our love remain?
When we go will our love remain?
