Everything I know
I'd trade for what I can't feel, for who I'm not.
You see, I don't know what's right anymore.
You see, I don't know what the future holds.
But what I fear isn't what lies ahead,
It's what's already been,
For from there I draw my pain,
For from there I awaken every rest.
So you think you can escape by speaking new words,
But life is a monologue of things already said, already done.
Then please give me
That snapshot of what you think will be.
I'll bind it to me with silk threads,
So tight that the pain
Will erase what has happened,
Stealing my breath away.
And so you think that life is a crooked journey,
While you try to walk straight,
Following the silk threads I
Have tied for you,
Following the silk threads you
Have tied for me.
So you think you can escape by speaking new words,
But life is a monologue of things already said, already done.
Then please give me
That snapshot of what you think will be.
I'll bind it to me with silk threads,
So tight that the pain
Will erase what has happened,
Stealing my breath away.
So you think you can escape by speaking new words,
But life is a monologue of things already said, already done.
Then please give me
That snapshot of what you think will be.
I'll bind it to me with silk threads,
So tight that the pain
Will erase what has happened,
Stealing my breath away.
Stealing my breath away
Away...
My breath...
Away.