And then I've passed the last few years,
Asking myself what all this means, was this all meant to be.
Comfy but lazy in my ness, confined in a cage that I've built
All by myself.
If there could be an answer,
this life for everyone would get easier.
But when time goes by
The only thing you got left is what's behind.
No time out, no second chance,
Live to the fullest, before you're laid to rest.
You have to run away from those who live for this machine,
trust me you will be one of those who make it, you'll write
a part of it
Strives and battles lie ahead, so please
Please hold my hand
Until this imperfection comes to an end.
One in a million, rare and tender.
You love and look after.
Why oh why do they say it's how you make history?
Too clever for the worst setup.
When silence speaks and words shut up.
Disclosing each other as we suffer from a constant enemy.
For the best we sing songs, about a something afterwards.
Dreaming, oh dreaming, of a never coming farewell.
One in a million, rare, unprotected.
A golden character,
You loved and looked after.