I was born the day my father died,
The wind it moves me,
Like no force on earth emotional or otherwise,
But I guess the wind is her,
So what I said was a contradiction anyway,
So I throw my words into the sky,
To see if they get set alight by passion, anger, hate or love
And I've come to realise,
That if I turn a page too quick,
I could become what I hate,
In your eyes and thats not fair,
Beacause I cry, I cry
Until The Morning,
I cry, I cry,
Until The Day,
To watch myself delve into darkness,
Is not so much a game,
As it is a war,
But then again with all this worry,
I worry I'm becoming a bore,
And to kill yourself would be so much kinder to those around,
If you know whats best,
And I don't really think I'm a philosopher at the best of times,
For it's only the fool,
Who listens to the fools advice,
And thats a crime,
So we fall upon the skeleton of our broken lifes,
And I cry,
I cry, I cry,
Until the morning,
I cry, I cry
Until the day,
I cry, Icry
Until the morning
Until the day drives my fears away
The wind it moves me,
Like no force on earth emotional or otherwise,
But I guess the wind is her,
So what I said was a contradiction anyway,
So I throw my words into the sky,
To see if they get set alight by passion, anger, hate or love
And I've come to realise,
That if I turn a page too quick,
I could become what I hate,
In your eyes and thats not fair,
Beacause I cry, I cry
Until The Morning,
I cry, I cry,
Until The Day,
To watch myself delve into darkness,
Is not so much a game,
As it is a war,
But then again with all this worry,
I worry I'm becoming a bore,
And to kill yourself would be so much kinder to those around,
If you know whats best,
And I don't really think I'm a philosopher at the best of times,
For it's only the fool,
Who listens to the fools advice,
And thats a crime,
So we fall upon the skeleton of our broken lifes,
And I cry,
I cry, I cry,
Until the morning,
I cry, I cry
Until the day,
I cry, Icry
Until the morning
Until the day drives my fears away