Indelible
Don't be angry
You know what it was in play
And, even so, you're still replicating
You've been trying to leave this behind but
You've got nothing to say at all
Here I've got your sentence:
You must pay for what you have done
And when I close my eyes
I see myself as guilty as you are
We don't have so much to say
But we have so much to do
Is it fear? Oh, is it fear?
Contemplating
All those faces have surrounding me
All the word that I've never meant to say
I'm the slave holding up his pick
My hands are cold and black
My heart is blue and dark
I'm so sorry for what I could have done
In this silence, lonely thoughts of love
And I just want to say:
We will never be able to know what you think
What you feel, when those situations show up
The only thing I can do for you is shut my mouth
Listen and learn.
Cause you taught me how to fight
How to believe in something you built with your own hands
And at the end of this road, our lives will have change
We don't have so much to say
But we have so much to do
Is it fear? Oh, is it fear?
And it's hard to know when those sword
Are piercing your chest (piercing your chest)
Now it's too late (now it's too late)
I've got to say
You know what it was in play
And, even so, you're still replicating
You've been trying to leave this behind but
You've got nothing to say at all
Here I've got your sentence:
You must pay for what you have done
And when I close my eyes
I see myself as guilty as you are
We don't have so much to say
But we have so much to do
Is it fear? Oh, is it fear?
Contemplating
All those faces have surrounding me
All the word that I've never meant to say
I'm the slave holding up his pick
My hands are cold and black
My heart is blue and dark
I'm so sorry for what I could have done
In this silence, lonely thoughts of love
And I just want to say:
We will never be able to know what you think
What you feel, when those situations show up
The only thing I can do for you is shut my mouth
Listen and learn.
Cause you taught me how to fight
How to believe in something you built with your own hands
And at the end of this road, our lives will have change
We don't have so much to say
But we have so much to do
Is it fear? Oh, is it fear?
And it's hard to know when those sword
Are piercing your chest (piercing your chest)
Now it's too late (now it's too late)
I've got to say
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Writer(s): Alfred Blanch
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