Seek silent comfort
Find peace in things you can control
No one knows, but I do
Waist deep in wasted time
Give in when paths begin to wind
You soon will find, that sorrow follows
(Your day will come)
And your shouts are whispers
(Your face will fall)
And meet the ground again
(Your time is out)
What have you done with it, no
(These days are gone)
You thought them everlasting
Down in the chasm
You hear the tune the wicked play
And it is music to your ears
And you will come to find
The lips that sing are beautiful
But they have hated you for years, no
(Your day will come)
And your shouts are whispers
(Your face will fall)
And meet the ground again
(Your time is out)
What have you done with it, no
(These days are gone)
You thought them everlasting
(Your day will come)
And your shouts are whispers
(Your face will fall)
And meet the ground again
(Your time is out)
What have you done with it, no
(These days are gone)
You thought them everlasting