|
and voices louder now |
|
not loud enough |
|
the world around you crawls |
|
and sleeps in other beds |
|
and never mind |
|
i see no time |
|
and there's not time enough |
|
to burn it all away |
|
i see no hands to hold |
|
no faith to praise |
|
no celebration no parade |
|
should god forget you |
|
and all their faces say |
|
there's nothing owed |
|
there's nothing owed you |
|
it gets too dark |
|
it gets much darker now |
|
your lies around you fall |
|
on all your plans |
|
on all your wasted time |
|
you watching second hands |
|
make second hand |
|
and faith's for those who pray |
|
but all your tears are gone |
|
and thrown away |
|
and there's no cause to take his place |
|
should god forget you |
|
and all their faces say |
|
there's nothing owed |
|
there's nothing owed you |
|
i see no time |
|
and there's not time enough |
|
to burn it all away |
|
i see no hands to hold |
|
no faith to praise |
|
and voices louder now |
|
not loud enough |
|
the world around you crawls |
|
and sleeps in other beds |
|
and never mind |
|
no celebration no parade |
|
should god forget you |
|
and all their faces say |
|
there's nothing owed |
|
there's nothing owed you |
|
and there's no cause to take his place |
|
should god forget you |
|
and all their faces say |
|
there's nothing owed |
|
there's nothing owed you |
