A Fine Day To Exit Lyrics - A Fine Day To Exit - Anathema

Long way from home, nowhere to go 

What made the river so cold? 

The sweat of thoughts trickle down my brow 

Soaking and stinging my eye 

You gotta face it head on 

So you can turn this thing around 

'cause this ain't right 

Tell tale sighs and cries of dreams unfulfilled 

And time is running, running dry 

Panic stricken bloodshot hearts 

Try to restart 

But no longer build the well to survive 

Sweet oblivion 

You gotta face it head on 

So you can turn this thing around 

'cause this ain't right 

I got these feelings and I don't know why 

I see all my fears in the darkness of light 

What made the river so cold? 

Never anyone to rearrange and fall to 

Time inside the empty 

Call to the blameless I am faithless 

Placid dying eyes 

You gotta face it head on 

So you can't turn this thing around 

'cause this ain't right 

You have to go eye to eye 

Raise your face to the sky 

'cause this ain't right 

I got to believe when I say 

Only this is the way