are we square?
i wouldn't like to go
knowing there is something
crucial that i owe
no light in my pocket
no trust up my sleeve
a devil is calling
and i take my leave
and take a look at the back of my hand
the last thing you see as it falls away
and try to remember the light on the land
ending it all...as i do
every day
home from work
the sounds are immense
knowing there is something
that will never make sense
no fun in my wardrobe
no moon in my view
turn and listen to god
as i turn from you
and take a look at the light on the land
the last thing you see as it falls away
and try to remember the taste of my hand
ending it all...as i do
every day
'cause one day the task
will be taken over and won
the beginning of ending
is already done
i wouldn't like to go
knowing there is something
crucial that i owe
no light in my pocket
no trust up my sleeve
a devil is calling
and i take my leave
and take a look at the back of my hand
the last thing you see as it falls away
and try to remember the light on the land
ending it all...as i do
every day
home from work
the sounds are immense
knowing there is something
that will never make sense
no fun in my wardrobe
no moon in my view
turn and listen to god
as i turn from you
and take a look at the light on the land
the last thing you see as it falls away
and try to remember the taste of my hand
ending it all...as i do
every day
'cause one day the task
will be taken over and won
the beginning of ending
is already done