Sunday Actors - Overwhelmed At The Roundtable Тексты

Left behind a soul
Remembered in pieces I know
Still here, but hard to recall
Spirit's up and gone,
Set off to become an icon
Somewhere with no cares at all

These days
When everybody has something to say
But I remain silent
With only just the nerve to say, "goodbye."

Stories told
Of real-life perpetually put on hold
So near, just like daydreams
Drifting up like smoke,
Intentions dissolve into hope
Still here, but living onscreen

I've gone away
Thought I'd never see a day
Where I would sit still
I don't wanna hurt anybody