One foot, then the other
|
Such embarrassment
|
It wasn't meant that
|
I, I should discover
|
Such offensive things
|
The suffering since
|
|
(Hoped to the ground?)
|
But I really never had enough
|
They've got pride in him
|
This tide turns lives over
|
|
A back-town prophecy
|
Adorned in stony skin
|
We never ever [never ever]
|
Ever had to like to move ahead
|
But here in oblivion
|
We cling to what we can
|
So in the end [in the end]
|
We can say that with these hands
|
We took it all back
|
It all back
|
|
So let us force a smile
|
And pretend that we're alive
|
Oh, but somewhere
|
None of this happened
|
The bullets removed themselves
|
Life is beautiful
|
I have a home above the lake where I could
|
|
Forget the words to the songs that we've heard
|
The passages read all the names in a world
|
That have brought us this pain
|
From the wounds we've sustained
|
A cold calloused heart
|
Sitting still in this cave of a chest
|
So abandon a life from before
|
A boy and his innocence...
|
|
-----------------
|
This Beautiful Life
|
| The Dear Hunter |
