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As the misty morning clears on another day |
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All alone I wait for the final call |
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Bought the big ticket, got to ride that train all alone |
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All hope for freedom is lost and my back's against the wall |
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Flesh and blood is all that remain to get me through it all |
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Dignity stripped away, the human cloak is frail |
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Tagged with a number, the human baggage of the world |
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Living on memories |
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I can't break free |
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I can't escape those wasted days |
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Living on memories |
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I can't escape the wasted days |
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I stare into the mirror but the face I'm seeing is not my own |
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My life flashes by me now, the years they pass like days |
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I don't belong in this hardened world |
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Hey, take a look at me, I'm not the same |
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Looking back into the mirror, I hear it whisper my name |
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Living on memories |
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I can't break free |
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I can't escape the wasted days |
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Living on memories |
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I can't escape those wasted days |
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No more pain from the world inside |
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Still can't escape those wasted days |
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Living on memories |
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I can't break free |
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I can't escape the wasted days |
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Living on memories |
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My back's against the wall |
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(Living on memories) |
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Can't escape those wasted days |
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(Living on memories) |
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As the sun rises slowly on another day |
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They've come to take me away |