He's sitting there
A statue in the shabby chair
Not speaking or eating
Just living and breathing
And wondering of the meaning in why
We let the days pass us by
Without a glance at the past we leave behind
He's been keeping track
Noting the scars on his beaten back
A victim of learning
Not searching but burning
And worrying in the echoes of the footsteps in the hall
He let the days pass him by
Without a glance at the past he left behind
A figure removed
The horizon his destined tomb
Seeking the teaching
Of the walls and the preaching
In the throats of the saviors who bleed and cry
You let the days pass you by
Without a glance at the past you left behind
Matthew Barham - Statue Lyrics
Matthew Barham - Statue Lyrics
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He's sitting there
A statue in the shabby chair
Not speaking or eating
Just living and breathing
And wondering of the meaning in why
We let the days pass us by
Without a glance at the past we leave behind
He's been keeping track
Noting the scars on his beaten back
A victim of learning
Not searching but burning
And worrying in the echoes of the footsteps in the hall
He let the days pass him by
Without a glance at the past he left behind
A figure removed
The horizon his destined tomb
Seeking the teaching
Of the walls and the preaching
In the throats of the saviors who bleed and cry
You let the days pass you by
Without a glance at the past you left behind
A statue in the shabby chair
Not speaking or eating
Just living and breathing
And wondering of the meaning in why
We let the days pass us by
Without a glance at the past we leave behind
He's been keeping track
Noting the scars on his beaten back
A victim of learning
Not searching but burning
And worrying in the echoes of the footsteps in the hall
He let the days pass him by
Without a glance at the past he left behind
A figure removed
The horizon his destined tomb
Seeking the teaching
Of the walls and the preaching
In the throats of the saviors who bleed and cry
You let the days pass you by
Without a glance at the past you left behind
Writer: Matthew Barham
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid