So easy to hide inside yourself when outside
seems like a film that you have seen.

So real yet far from realised,
the twisted metal flies.

It’s all in hindsight anyway,
if you stopped you’d learn…

About this day, day.

Sing a song for me, cos I’ve never gone away.

About this day, day.

Sing a song for me cos I’ve never gone away
and I wonder how your conscience could be.

Not long until all is over run
so many friends torn away from pain.

Just one more push and I’ll gladly go
it’s what my world contains.

We all want something beautiful,
we all want something better than the truth that
we’ve been shown.