Days Of The Lost

To lean on the impossible
Is the failure of our dreams
The days of independence
Need revolutions to reveal

The fact, the word, the undenied
Take a shot at the lies
The way, the eyes, the nondescript
Give in to muted relief

Fall to the form - Fit into the norm

Now I see you standing all by yourself
There in the silence
I see you're all to yourself
And thеse are the hours

Thеse are the days
These are the hours
These are the days of the lost

In the end what stands to reason
Like pillars to uphold
Must be a universal
Indivisible line

Fall to the form - Fit into the norm

Now I see you standing all by yourself
There in the silence
I see you're all to yourself
These are the hours

These are the days
These are the hours
These are the days of the lost

Now I see you standing all by yourself
There in the silence
I see you're all to yourself
These are the hours

Now I see you standing all by yourself
There in the silence
Now I see you standing all by yourself
These are the hours

These are the days
These are the hours
Days of the lost