Tekst :
So this is not your golden yearWhen you add up the blues and the greys
And you re standing face to face with your fears
Feeling your head against the wall
So maybe you re not the golden child
Just this once, your luck is not enough
Oh, and no one that you ask can tell you why
You re feeling your head against the wall
Your brow is wet with blood and sweat
Hoping that someday you ll see the sunshine streaming through
Oh, and I wish I could tell you that this was the worst it could get
feeling your head against the wall
No no no no no no no no no no
It goes on and on and on into the endless night
It will be over soon
Through it goes on and on and on into the endless night
It will be over soon
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on...
Tekst :
Well, it took a little timeBut I guess you finally learned
That promises get broken
And bridges do get burned
You`ve been siftin` through the ashes
Just tryin` to find a flame
Holdin` on to nothin`
You`re a victim of the game
You were standin` way too close
To see it all fall apart
And there were things you couldn`t hear
`Cause you were listenin` with your heart
But you can`t say I didn`t warn you
Now there`s no one else to blame
There`s no one quite as blind
As a victim of the game
And it don`t matter who you are
It treats everyone the same
All you need`s a heart
to be a victim of the game
You know it`s really getting´ to you
When you take to tellin` lies
And you can try to fool your friends
But you can`t look `em in the eye
There ain`t no standin` tall
In the shadow of the shame
That you´re a victim of the game
And it don`t matter who you are
It treats everyone the same
All you need`s a heart
to be a victim of the game
Oh, you know, when I look into your eyes
I can really feel the pain
Starin` in the mirror
At a victim of the game
Tekst :
Hier je demandais encore ça fait quoi d’être mort ça doit faire froid dans le dos de sentir le fer de l’affaut comme un enfant c’est ce qu’on s’endortEst-ce qu’on se tort dans des souffrances.
Je te regarde partir comme on se voit mourir je sais aujourd’hui ce qu’est la fin la fin…ma bouche qui t’appelle même si elle te sait trop loin la fin…ma main qui cherche la tienne et se referme sur rien sur rien…
Hier je demandais encore ça fait quoi d’être mort d’être celui qui s’en va à tout jamais dans l’au-delà qui démissionne qui s’éteint sans que personne n’en sache rien.
Je te regarde partir comme on se voit mourir je sais maintenant ce qu’est la fin la fin...ma bouche qui t’appelle même si elle te sait trop loin la fin…ma main qui cherche la tienne et se referme sur rien sur rien…
Sur rien 4 fois…
Je te regarde partir comme on se voit mourir je sais maintenant ce qu’est la fin la fin ma bouche qui t’appelle même si elle te sait trop loin ma main qui cherche la tienne et se referme sur rien sur rien