Folding The Pages Lyrics - This Sinking Ship - Smoke Or Fire

In the city the commute is a silent train 

full of tired workers. Blank stares, 

discomfort, and caffeine keep them 

awake. And it seems so sad to me. 

But it's honorable still. And I wish 

them peace at this pace. It will never 

change. And I think I'm finally over it. 

These words fall on deaf ears. 

Everybody's hell looks different. 

It changes shape but it never goes away. 

In the suburbs kids are getting high today, 

out of boredom. Their parents moved here 

to feel safe, but they don't match the scenery. 

Fences work both ways. They keep some out, 

and they keep some in. It's another day 

at this pace. It will never change. 

And I think I'm finally over it. 

These words fall on deaf ears. 

Everybody's hell looks different. 

It changes shape, but it never goes away. 

In a classroom there's a child with thoughts 

of death on his mind. 

In a hospital there's an old man looking 

back on his life. And I wonder why some 

people see the beauty, while others see 

the pain. Entertainment, politics, consumers, 

cops, religious tricks... 

Ugly, sad, or beautiful. Sometimes 

it feels so trivial. 

We need some time. We need some space. 

We need some help for us to understand.