Из альбома: The Madness of the Crowds
Cold as the sun on a winter's morning
Your resolve still lies shivering
A heap of ill-sighted plans
So you think, so it shall be
Dwelling on all that's happened now
Since that day you were lucid
And saw things all too clear
It was easy, now it's grown dark
Even though the wood surrounds you
It doesn't mean your heart should fail you now
When the end is just within your reach
Pushing you up against the wall
You feel there's no one to cushion you from the fall
You stumble, spending all your strength in vain
Holding onto the cherished notion
Things were different back then
You lapse into the old you
With all you see before your eyes
Even though the wood surrounds you
It doesn't mean your heart should fail you now
When the end is just within your reach
Take it easy, chill chill chill
You've got a penchant for pulling through these things
It's alright, it's ok
Even though the wood surrounds you
It doesn't mean your heart should fail you now
When the end is just within your reach