popkidu2
War Child
Maybe Once
beneath the dawn you awoke to see
what it was that you could change
another night that never left
two more finished packs of smokes
life a mess, your head is gone
caught up in the world of make believe
time to go and work again
it?s always someone ele?s dream
how many things can you not see
each fight is spilling over into more
revolving here from point to point
slowly dying from what?s not said
you want to live the life they have
now matter if they say it?s crap
the peeling paint and missing steps
cans of lager on the floor
lying in bed at two a.m.
cold hand keep to the chill
sirens and lights part the veil
sleep is a distant place not to go
beneath the dawn you awoke to see
what it was that you could change
another night that never left
two more finished packs of smokes
life a mess, your head is gone
caught up in the world of make believe
time to go and work again
it?s always someone ele?s dream
how many things can you not see
each fight is spilling over into more
revolving here from point to point
slowly dying from what?s not said
you want to live the life they have
now matter if they say it?s crap
the peeling paint and missing steps
cans of lager on the floor
lying in bed at two a.m.
cold hand keep to the chill
sirens and lights part the veil
sleep is a distant place not to go