You know that I'll get by - I always have before.
Just because this is hard doesn't mean I won't endure
I'm standing on the brink of the pain that I once knew.
It's time to swim or sink, even though I won't reach you.
Trudging on through the downpour
of the tears that fall from grace.
Breaking down another door
in this lonely time and place.
Once the edge is reached it's time to look around,
and if you look hard enough you'll find there's higher ground.
Hanging on through the downpour
of my tears that fall from grace.
Kicking down another door
in this lonely time and place.
So when does the listening start?
I guess it's hard to care if you have no heart...
and when will the listening begin?
Maybe never if we're blown like leaves in the silent wind.
And as I take a step back and think about the past
Funny how so many things just don't last.
And for those whose efforts come across so effortless
Rest assured the path they take leads to nothingness.
Who knows if you'll go back and regain what's been lost?
You might not have the need with the bridges that you've crossed.
Pressing on through the downpour
of your tears that fall from grace.
Knocking down another door
in this lonely time and place
So when does the listening start?
I guess it's hard to care if you have no heart...
and when will the listening begin?
Maybe never if we're blown like leaves in the silent wind.
Hourglass - The Listening Lyrics
Hourglass - The Listening Lyrics
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You know that I'll get by - I always have before.
Just because this is hard doesn't mean I won't endure
I'm standing on the brink of the pain that I once knew.
It's time to swim or sink, even though I won't reach you.
Trudging on through the downpour
of the tears that fall from grace.
Breaking down another door
in this lonely time and place.
Once the edge is reached it's time to look around,
and if you look hard enough you'll find there's higher ground.
Hanging on through the downpour
of my tears that fall from grace.
Kicking down another door
in this lonely time and place.
So when does the listening start?
I guess it's hard to care if you have no heart...
and when will the listening begin?
Maybe never if we're blown like leaves in the silent wind.
And as I take a step back and think about the past
Funny how so many things just don't last.
And for those whose efforts come across so effortless
Rest assured the path they take leads to nothingness.
Who knows if you'll go back and regain what's been lost?
You might not have the need with the bridges that you've crossed.
Pressing on through the downpour
of your tears that fall from grace.
Knocking down another door
in this lonely time and place
So when does the listening start?
I guess it's hard to care if you have no heart...
and when will the listening begin?
Maybe never if we're blown like leaves in the silent wind.
Just because this is hard doesn't mean I won't endure
I'm standing on the brink of the pain that I once knew.
It's time to swim or sink, even though I won't reach you.
Trudging on through the downpour
of the tears that fall from grace.
Breaking down another door
in this lonely time and place.
Once the edge is reached it's time to look around,
and if you look hard enough you'll find there's higher ground.
Hanging on through the downpour
of my tears that fall from grace.
Kicking down another door
in this lonely time and place.
So when does the listening start?
I guess it's hard to care if you have no heart...
and when will the listening begin?
Maybe never if we're blown like leaves in the silent wind.
And as I take a step back and think about the past
Funny how so many things just don't last.
And for those whose efforts come across so effortless
Rest assured the path they take leads to nothingness.
Who knows if you'll go back and regain what's been lost?
You might not have the need with the bridges that you've crossed.
Pressing on through the downpour
of your tears that fall from grace.
Knocking down another door
in this lonely time and place
So when does the listening start?
I guess it's hard to care if you have no heart...
and when will the listening begin?
Maybe never if we're blown like leaves in the silent wind.