We praise, we kneel, we repeat, we stand still,
We find beauty and paint it black
Until it's down to nothing all over again,
We strip the skin from it till it's only flesh and bones
And wonder why it's just "defeat" that the banners read
Hung on every empty building we didn't care for.
This circle you had drawn grew way too small for us,
Too small to hold us in.
So we got lost somewhere in the crowd
That's trying so hard to be different,
We can't hear our own excuses whispered desperately.
Tired of mourning till our throats go sore
While better days are knocking on the doors
Of (our) empty buildings we didn't care for.
So, here's to "blinders on", a salute to "gone astray",
So, here's to never knowing what we're for
Only what we trying to avoid.
No more waiting on the rooftops
With lights, sounds and banners
To guide the way for the "good life"
Just in case it ever makes its way.
Tonight they'll know we're here.
We find beauty and paint it black
Until it's down to nothing all over again,
We strip the skin from it till it's only flesh and bones
And wonder why it's just "defeat" that the banners read
Hung on every empty building we didn't care for.
This circle you had drawn grew way too small for us,
Too small to hold us in.
So we got lost somewhere in the crowd
That's trying so hard to be different,
We can't hear our own excuses whispered desperately.
Tired of mourning till our throats go sore
While better days are knocking on the doors
Of (our) empty buildings we didn't care for.
So, here's to "blinders on", a salute to "gone astray",
So, here's to never knowing what we're for
Only what we trying to avoid.
No more waiting on the rooftops
With lights, sounds and banners
To guide the way for the "good life"
Just in case it ever makes its way.
Tonight they'll know we're here.