One By One By One
Reading your all-time special plan
It's forever more, it's done
Cripples the night and burns my hand
By the morning sun which comes whatever we've done
Which comes whatever we've done
I never before have seen your face
Or the dirt it barely scrapes
It disappears without a trace
Of ever roaring through the days one by one
Through all the days one by one
To veer off at the bend of a road that never ends
In a race that's never won, these thoughts are never done
Cursing blind machines, kicking magazines
Oiling guillotines and all that's in between
If I ever traced my steps back there
To where you lay, no scars
I could have grabbed you by the neck
A different day too far that's hardly yet begun
A different day that's hardly yet begun
The light was so loudly in my eyes
Ringing plain for truth
I saw it so clearly but can't see it now
I can't explain it to you or anyone else
I could try you all one by one by one
To veer off at the bend of a road that never ends
In a race that's never won, these thoughts are never done
Cursing blind machines, kicking magazines
Oiling guillotines and all that's in between
It's forever more, it's done
Cripples the night and burns my hand
By the morning sun which comes whatever we've done
Which comes whatever we've done
I never before have seen your face
Or the dirt it barely scrapes
It disappears without a trace
Of ever roaring through the days one by one
Through all the days one by one
To veer off at the bend of a road that never ends
In a race that's never won, these thoughts are never done
Cursing blind machines, kicking magazines
Oiling guillotines and all that's in between
If I ever traced my steps back there
To where you lay, no scars
I could have grabbed you by the neck
A different day too far that's hardly yet begun
A different day that's hardly yet begun
The light was so loudly in my eyes
Ringing plain for truth
I saw it so clearly but can't see it now
I can't explain it to you or anyone else
I could try you all one by one by one
To veer off at the bend of a road that never ends
In a race that's never won, these thoughts are never done
Cursing blind machines, kicking magazines
Oiling guillotines and all that's in between
Credits
Writer(s): Neil Dalziel
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