your eyes passing by

down here the living seem more like dead
and they're pushing me against the glass
have to put my mind at ease, have to stare through
someday, like my failure, it will fall and shatter

patiently waiting for your bright shining eyes to pass
the time has come, you can't pursue me anymore
it's too late for you to take the anguish i learned to treasure
it's too late! i can't cherish the hold of your cold hands

behind the glass
your pretty eyes, you're in disguise
in time i know this glass cuts through
your smiling eyes, your bright lies

down here it's hard to find an unforsaken life
as i walk the paths of fallen glory and lost sympathy
figures in the glass wall put my mind at ease
finally figures, i still fight gestures of desolation

a decay without the fading away, the strength of pain
patience test me no longer knowing your time will come
built to last in abandonment, here i gain my wisdom
i'll soon be the last to laugh dragging you down here

in the glass
i'll lecture you of tears
the stories unseen in the painting of your past
i'll make you wonder if you've been here before

[46and2]

Mooi woordgebruik. Kan me er alleen moeilijk in verdiepen, zal wel aan mij liggen. Toch hoor ik er echt weer muziek bij, zie het net zo als je andere post meer als een songtekst.