Where have the days gone?
When you quiver right down to your knees
The days of golden splendour
And pounding hearts under willow trees
Where have the days gone?
I know
They've been scrambled and whipped
They're memories
Well I'm here and I'm now. . .
I could do it all again
But where's the fun in that?
Life goes on. . .
I'll run until my feet are bleeding
I'll run until my lungs explode
I'll run until I collapse and die
I'll run but I don't know why. . .
No reason
But I'll run all the same. . .
There's nothing I know
That will ever grow old
There's nothing I am
That knows what it is
The honey tastes bitter and sour
And the rain is falls heavier by the hour.
Where are the days of wreckless innoscence?
Where are the days when I slept at night?
Where are the days when they said what they meant?
Where are the days when the sun was bright?
I know
They've been scrambled and whipped
They're memories
Well I'm here and I'm now. . .
I could do it all again
But where's the fun in that?
And every minute
Of every hour
Every day
Of every week
I'm one step closer to death
And one step further from innoscence
The light ain't so bright anymore.
Hear the bells. . .
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