It takes longer to remember
Though it's easy to forget
Things were done
Words were said
Half of which I don't acknowledge
Most of which were mad
Half of which I don't acknowledge
Most of which were mad
It takes years to visit home
To stand among the family like a lone tree
In fields that are summer green
Yet trees are not allowed to lean
Where beauty lies all fresh and clean
On the outskirts of a dream
How come it always comes to this
I guess it is, just what it is
I always wondered what it's like to crack
Open the lid that leads to my luck
Was it myself
Who has done something wrong
Perhaps my tongue is just a bit too long
It takes love to feel the heartbeat
But when it leaves, it takes the drum kit
And though it is a bit dramatic
We managed good
We kept it cinematic
How come it always comes to this
Never made it to the moon, but we tried
Money-wise we always were tight
Middle class with some good upbringings
We do know words and meanings
We support all modern visions
We have signed terms and conditions
We made it cinematic
How come it always comes to this
I guess it is, just what it is