Have we been blind. Have we been lied to. Best keep our eyes open. From now on. There's no peace of mind. When the war's inside you. It feels like something's broken.
Your eyes are burning low. As you look out on this morning. But your eyes will return. To their former glory. . Though the cold north wind may blow. It's all sound and fury.
For a moment there. I could've swore I knew where I was going. For a moment there. I was in my room. Following the music. Never knowing. If it was going anywhere.
I feel for the driver. In the aftermath. Of a child who chased a ball. Across his path. For the ones involved. And the most unloved I feel. I feel for the driver.
How I hate to see you this way. I feel for you, Love. Is there nothing I can say. To cheer you up?. . For I see your face. Is filled with so much sorrow.