eternity is pressed against my eyelids
by brittle fists that i cannot avoid
and though each finger's grip has been relentless
the moments they just keep on slipping by
and i am now aware that i am and always have been at this moment
sadly sitting by the fire and blue waiting for you
and though ive been expecting
i have never quite accepted that
the fire will suddenly go out
the hands will fall away, the paint will peel
the trees will sadly sway
cause i'm scared that there's no answer
cause i'm scared there's no truth
in this life of mine there is only time
the illusion of which is gone
all my words are spread across the canvas
no one seems to see the things i say
and those these eyes were once those of an artist
failure has relieved me of a face
and i am now aware that i am only the brushstrokes
on the headstone of a man that never lived
and this, oh, this is his, a life that i have failed in and i hoped to be forgiven
when the fire will suddenly go out
the hands will fall away, the paint will peel
the trees will sadly sway
cause i'm scared that there's no answer
cause i'm scared there's no truth
in this life of mine there is only time
the illusion of which is gone
so what is left
waiting to be
a man that i painted myself to be
and just sadly sit
with your eyes open
and my eyes have uselessly [broken]
we got a lot to say, got a lot to do
boys are in the street
they just want to do what they want
we dont care how