Go On

I'm trying hard to figure out why we've been brought here,
why angels come to darker rooms.
The silence that we find, in the corners where we reside
will slowly pull us in.

Go On x4

We took a day trip long ago, out we went into the beauty ice and mis
a temper roaring within.
Farther down we walked along, suddenly it came on strong:
What have we done? Why did we build distractions of sorrow?

Go On x4

I'm looking 'round at all these things, it's funny how I see
all these objects on my shelves mean nothing.
I'm just a small example of the things I hated and judged
but I can still tear down this fill and throw out what's useless.

Go On x4



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Writer(s): Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
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