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Thoughts at Thirty
A pittance for the partisan who palisades his prime. In Ill effect and artifacts, Of the wrong endeavours mine Of the wrong endeavours mine.
Firm amidst the firmament Of worn out photographs Three Cuttings and a shattered urn Are all you have to show The expect and the no.
One by one your friendships fall, smitten with their futures thrall. Moving on and shipping out, whilst you wave them from the shore. Stagnant in withdrawal.
All those words you can't take back. All those loves gone off the track. Broken up in wilderment, well I wish you all the best and I'm sorry to the rest of you.
but I say that right words most the time yet i'm not sure that they're mine architects of circumstance scaffold my decline forward walking blind. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Make ends meet until ends grow, filling in the hours. Eking out a wretched hymn, is the best that you could do? Was this the best that i could do?
And I don't know how to love and I don't know how i feel and I don't have the strength for this and I don't know what is real have I missed my call?
Soft they smile with birthday cards Write weaker every year The thinning of that autograph Is everything I fear To lose those loved and dear to me.
So tip your hat and wish him well, as the smoke pours from his bones. He mutters to the embers there, that I've never felt so alone. I've never been so afraid. I don't know what comes next. Because I've never been so afraid.
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