Hard To Believe
Reach out my hand
For the shade on the window, I'm lying in bed
There's a house just next door
Covered in tears from the grey skies that pass overhead
But in this dark room, I'm a prisoner of bed sheets and November gloom
Drag your feet to the floor, you've nothing to lose just keep asking for more
It's been ten long years of high hopes and long roads, when your dreams meet your fears
Now the soul I've acquainted and frequently meet, like a friend chatting up over afternoon tea, oh my God
It's hard to believe I'm still here
Stubborn in heart and so deaf in the ears
To the sound of the drum
That marches a man 'til his heart comes undone
Oh and I, I can't look back
The past is a puzzle, there's pieces I lack
With no room for a doubt
To look for the pieces I can't live without (yeah, yeah)
Well I know, my days are all numbered
Like a train at a crossing, they're passing me by
And each car, some filled to the brim, while others are vacant, along for the ride
There's no need to feel sorry for me, 'cause pity's a means to a lonely disease
Drag your feet to the floor, the choice becomes easy when you choose it before
It's hard to believe I'm still here
Stubborn in heart and so deaf in the ears
To the sound of the drum
That marches a man 'til his heart comes undone
Oh and I, I can't look back
The past is a puzzle, there's pieces I lack
With no room for a doubt
To look for the pieces I can't live without
To believe
Ooh, ooh (ahh, ahh)
For the shade on the window, I'm lying in bed
There's a house just next door
Covered in tears from the grey skies that pass overhead
But in this dark room, I'm a prisoner of bed sheets and November gloom
Drag your feet to the floor, you've nothing to lose just keep asking for more
It's been ten long years of high hopes and long roads, when your dreams meet your fears
Now the soul I've acquainted and frequently meet, like a friend chatting up over afternoon tea, oh my God
It's hard to believe I'm still here
Stubborn in heart and so deaf in the ears
To the sound of the drum
That marches a man 'til his heart comes undone
Oh and I, I can't look back
The past is a puzzle, there's pieces I lack
With no room for a doubt
To look for the pieces I can't live without (yeah, yeah)
Well I know, my days are all numbered
Like a train at a crossing, they're passing me by
And each car, some filled to the brim, while others are vacant, along for the ride
There's no need to feel sorry for me, 'cause pity's a means to a lonely disease
Drag your feet to the floor, the choice becomes easy when you choose it before
It's hard to believe I'm still here
Stubborn in heart and so deaf in the ears
To the sound of the drum
That marches a man 'til his heart comes undone
Oh and I, I can't look back
The past is a puzzle, there's pieces I lack
With no room for a doubt
To look for the pieces I can't live without
To believe
Ooh, ooh (ahh, ahh)
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Benjamin Ingram
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