I've heard the lies too many times.
I've turned my back and felt the cold blade of the knife.
'Till I realized what I was doing,
I'd opened the door for tragedy.
I'm not saying, "Son, your race is run"
But if they're shooting at you boy, don't give them bullets for the gun.
You'll be the one that you are fooling,
When you wear your heart out on your sleeve.
Go draw the curtains lest someone might see you.
They can't hurt you if you never let it show.
Don't play the game boy they just might beat you.
Don't let no one see your soul.
I've played the part time and time again.
The one by your heart, she'll be the one to do you in.
And there's nothing short, nothing short of dying'
That can match that pain and misery.
Go draw the curtains lest someone might see you.
They can't hurt you if you never let it show.
Don't play the game boy they just might beat you.
Don't let no one see your soul.Don't tell me
that you get sick of living
when the summer's so forgiving
although we have stolen
all of the things that we though
we had owned then
have disappeared
all these things in flavour
won't do you no favours
when the summer's light is fragrant
with scents of returning
you relent, you resent, now you're burning
for nothing to change....
there's something there...
(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers)
won't rest
(only minutes, only hours)
unless
(now the morning breaks in showers)
I guess
we'll remember this all of our lives
on the Last Good Day of The Year
all the leaves are turning
Autumn's fingers burnished
furnished here in hope and in faith in the meantime
kinda working my way through a dream I
was having alone
there's something there...
(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers)
won't rest
(only minutes, only hours)
unless
(now the morning breaks in showers)
I'm left
with the North Wind breathing down my neck...
on The Last Good Day of The Year.....
(don't know where I end and where you begin...)