| With split lips, oh a smile can be hard. |
| Dirt, blood, grit, a catalogue of youthful scars. |
| The made it clear from the very start that pain lies beyond the cries of damned |
| young hearts. |
| Does it show in my sunken eyes that these concrete skies move too slow? |
| Tarmaced seas; a breeze from lonely nights. |
| Blood drips down my knees… I’m sick of worthless fights. |
| Does it show in my sullied smile that it’s not my style? |
| Time slows… Let me go. |
| But I just let things slide, in the glow of pale lights… As our laughter |
| splits the night. |
| In time, I’ll grow to find that all we’ll ever have are blissful moments |
| quickly passed. |
| It’s obscene they’re so few and far between. |
| I’ll take my solitude and I’ll take calm. |
| All my hopes were chewed and spat out (with charm). |
| Faith entwined all my deepest fears… And my strange ideas youth might be kind. |
| But I just let things slide, in the glow of pale lights… As our laughter |
| splits the night. |
| In time, I’ll grow to find that all we’ll ever have are blissful moments |
| quickly passed. |
| It’s obscene they’re so few and far between. |