Reading your all-time special plan
It's forever more, it's done
Cripples the night and burns my hand
By the morning sun which comes whatever we've done
Which comes whatever we've done
I never before have seen your face
Or the dirt it barely scrapes
It disappears without a trace
Of ever roaring through the days one by one
Through all the days one by one
To veer off at the bend of a road that never ends
In a race that's never won, these thoughts are never done
Cursing blind machines, kicking magazines
Oiling guillotines and all that's in between
If I ever traced my steps back there
To where you lay, no scars
I could have grabbed you by the neck
A different day too far that's hardly yet begun
A different day that's hardly yet begun
The light was so loudly in my eyes
Ringing plain for truth
I saw it so clearly but can't see it now
I can't explain it to you or anyone else
I could try you all one by one by one
To veer off at the bend of a road that never ends
In a race that's never won, these thoughts are never done
Cursing blind machines, kicking magazines
Oiling guillotines and all that's in between