[Intro]
This seems late Im talking to myself again.
minds been imagining wondering when.
[Chorus]
When the stage been set and the curtain falls
Will it worth be the ride can I hear an applause?
I can’t tell. We can’t tell. heaven is long ride so is hell.
[Verse 1]
Been cut again by the corners of my mind.
Sitting here and asking will it hurt?
If I just close my eyes and fall in a trance dancing till dawn
as if I had the chance.
To amend what is given or just take a glance?
I’ve been tired, I’ve been hurt, I’ve been falling in advance.
I’ve been messing up the parts when I had the chance.
[Chorus]
When the stage been set and the curtain falls
Will it worth be the ride can I hear an applause?
I can’t tell. We can’t tell. heaven is long ride so is hell.
[Verse 2]
Re arrange I’ve planned it before but it keeps on lingering things I can’t Ignore.
Weather’s changed seasons fall maybe I tried my best I can’t have it all.
Lost everything is lost catching my self talking in the mirror
Wiping mistakes just to make it clearer.
Drowning in liquor never made me winner.
Thinner and thinner the strings pulling the trigger
Help me reconsider. I care so much it makes me a giver of things. But not time.
[Chorus]
When the stage been set and the curtain falls
Will it worth be the ride can I hear an applause?
I can’t tell. We can’t tell. heaven is long ride so is hell.
[Verse 3]
Is there hope left when all else fades
I might take my time to look around for inspiration
But I think it’s all been set in dotted punctuation.
Im longing for time. Im longing for moments.
Blotches in these photographs are beyond atonement.
[Bridge]
Thinner and thinner the strings pulling the trigger
Help me reconsider. I care so much it makes me a giver of things. But not time.
[Chorus]
When the stage been set and the curtain falls
Will it worth be the ride can I hear an applause?
I can’t tell. We can’t tell. heaven is long ride so is hell.
When the stage been set and the curtain falls
Will it worth be the ride can I hear an applause?
I can’t tell. We can’t tell. heaven is long ride so is hell.
Help me reconsider. I care so much it makes me a giver of things.
[Outro]
Is there hope left when all else fades
I might take my time to look around for inspiration
But I think it’s all been set in dotted punctuation.
Help me reconsider. I care so much it makes me a giver of things. But not time. No not time.
