Leave No Trace Lyrics - A Fine Day To Exit - Anathema

Born to the glare of the senses 

Spoon-fed reality infused 

A new inherent 

passive contentment 

you are so easily amused 

Here and now we 

are gone in a heartbeat 

a dream in the 

passage of time 

chances are fading 

this world isn't waiting 

the moment is passing you by 

Questions lie beneath the surface 

the fools are fooled once again 

Benign coincidence 

we stole our existence 

and gladly cast it to the wind 

Here and now we 

are gone in a heartbeat 

a dream in the 

passage of time 

chances are fading 

this world isn't waiting 

the moment is passing you by 

Slowly spinning on the wind back home 

No future, no warning