The friction of emotions
Rubbing up against a broken heart
Hurts like hell
But hell is just a graveyard.
And even though the seasons change
The leaves come back
Each and every year
If time's illusory in construct
Then all I have to do is sit back and wait
The fabric of my mental anguish fades if
Yesterday is to blame
I'm coping in my own ways
With laughter and abundant faith
That you'll come back
I see you as clearly as always
A beacon of hope to anchor me there
I can't pause time
So I'll just mind mine
Until the shackles of death fall from us both
If time's illusory in construct
Then all I have to do is sit back and wait
The fabric of my mental anguish fades if
Yesterday is to blame
I'll be trying
To be who I'm dying to become
To be there
You keep waiting
I'll keep praying
To be there
If time's illusory in construct
Then all I have to do is sit back and wait
The fabric of my mental anguish fades if
Yesterday is to blame
The fabric of my mental anguish fades if
Yesterday is to blame