I'm a writer
of a language that's both beautiful and tragic
translating on the page
every letter's an admission
sentence bringing to fruition
things i just can't speak
would this be more poetic
from a broken man kneeling down in his own ashes
shaven head and faithless questions
a life spent writing
filling books with empty pages?
we were made for simpler days
let them begin
why is every sunrise that i see
not bringing life, but evidence of me
i'm clinging to the night to bring me that
that sanctuary from my past
i've been waiting for the world to fall asleep
i've been waiting for the world to fall asleep
so hush so hush your mouth
this is me escaping into darkness
i built up these walls
and now i am hoping you would climb them
from heart to hand
from pen to page
oh there's a message there in hiding
read between these lines
see the fragments of my meaning
oh i'm fighting
it's a battle for identity
we were made for simpler days
let them begin
why is every sunrise that i see
not bringing life but evidence of me
i'm clinging to the night to bring me that
that sanctuary from my past
i've been waiting for the world to fall asleep
i've been waiting for the world to fall asleep
as evening horizon meets the sun
truth and fiction become one
day dreams and night dreams all the same
lost in red fire serenades
i've been waiting for the world to fall asleep
i've been waiting for the world to fall asleep
where did they go, those simple days… did they go?
those simple days of innocence that we had
when i knew your voice and i felt so strong
but i'm holding on, you're holding on
why is every sunrise that i see
not bringing life but evidence of me
i'm clinging to the night to bring me that
that sanctuary from my past
i been waiting for the world to fall asleep
i been waiting for the world to fall asleep