well, I’ve burned so many bridges
that my island’s inescapable
and who on earth could trust me now
only I can see the changes
the color of a cloud’s irrelevant
they all bring rain after a while
and dawn no longer makes the trip
the mornings are midnights revisited.
the mornings, they are so quiet
and the church, it is empty
the skyline refuses to shine
when the ships come sailing in
with their tales of hopelessness
and visions of the end
what I see in the mirror
is more a stranger than a friend.
and I can still feel it
feel it like your ghost
love died long ago
and these streets are battlefields
but that’s the only life…the only life I know.
I’m sick & tired of metaphors
to say a thing one hundred ways
when no one’s listenin’ anyway
am I alone here in this war?
…my island’s a metropolis
vampires with painted faces
blindly marching to forbidden places
where they fall only God can say.
my faith, it is misplaced
and my pride has been disgraced
but the lines- the lines
only make words on this page
photographs are like daydreams
daydreams that you can’t forget
I remember what I was thinking
but I can’t get over it.
and I can still feel it
feel it like your ghost
love died long ago
and these streets are battlefields
but that’s the only life…the only life I know.
and I can still feel it
feel it like your ghost
love died long ago
and these streets are battlefields
but that’s the only life…the only life I know.