Scoundrel Days
Was that somebody screaming
It wasnt me for sure
I lift my head up from uneasy pillows
Put my feet on the floor
Cut my wrist on a bad thought
And head for the door
Outside on the pavement
The dark makes no noise
I can feel the sweat on my lips
Leaking into my mouth
Im heading out for the steep hills
Theyre leaving me no choice
And see...as our lives are in the making:
We belive through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
For want of an option
I run the wind round
I dream pictures of houses burning
Never knowing nothing else to do
With death comes the morning
Unannounced and new
Was it too much to ask for
To pull a little weight
They forgive anything but greatness
These are scoundrel days
And Im close to calling out their names
As pride hits my face
Woah!
See...as our lives are in the making:
We believe through their lies and the hating
That love goes free through scoundrel days
I reach the edge of town
Ive got blood in my hair
Their hands touch my body
From everywhere
But I know that Ive made it
As I run into the air
And see...as our lives are in the making:
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes through
Through scoundrel days
