Album: Hitchhiking to Byzantium
When you are finally removed
Still clinging to your youth
Even in death, You’ll still be scared of the truth
Locked inside a room with a view
III
Laying down upon the mattress of this empty room
The distant highway sings slow and solemn empty tune
I need to find some sleep within this dusty hiding place
I couldn’t handle living in the rat race
The cracks upon the walls look down on me as I descend
The shame within me means the darkness has become a friend
In my dreams I earned what I accomplished
But it was impossible to win
It’s a blanket for my mind
(Blanket for my mind)
As I tiptoe back in time
(Tiptoe back in time)
I open up these wounds
(Open up these wounds)
And take a good look inside
(Take a look inside)
The mirror’s shattered into pieces on the dirty floor
A mute reminder of the shame that I had worn before
I look upon my self as I no longer recognise
I’ve lost the parts that help me socialise
I stagger to my feet and look upon the dresser draw
The phone keeps ringing even though I cannot take the call
Even if i wanted, I could never answer
My pride still lives within
It’s a blanket for my mind
(Blanket for my mind)
As I tiptoe back in time
(Tiptoe back in time)
I open up these wounds
(Open up these wounds)
Can it bring me back to life?
(Take a look inside)
IV The haze grows
The feeling slows
Without control
His world unfolds
He’s breaking away
From life’s decay
He leaves behind
A poisoned mind
The only way
The numbness stays
To medicate
His loneliness again
VI We’d heard it all before
It’s a world we never saw
We live to justify
But fail to recognise
We live inside these dreams
Trapped, or so it seems
Never honest to ourselves
And no-one asks for help
(We do not believe)
In your memory
(You will ever know)
Theres nothing left theres nowhere left to go
(You just hide yourself)
A product of your faded wealth
(Until you disappear)
Everything you ever feared
The more we learn
The less we know
The more you own
The less there is of your soul
VII
Our battles left us with these scars
Paths defining what we are
Even in death, You’re still scared of the dark
As the fears define who we are
We’ll find we never had a clue
As little we know is really true
When we are finally removed
From this room with a view