All these people behind their painted walls.
Telling me that it's a long way, far from home.
After a while they'll take me back inside.
Happy smiling, for me not dying yet.
Half of them pass me by.
I want to have them all,
And knowing I can only makes it sore.
Frozen stiff when I hear the call.
I know I've given but I've lost much more.
Anyone could tell you that it's far from home.
You take and you give but in the end it's much too long.
After a while they'll take me back inside.
And happy smiling for me not dying yet.
Half of them pass me by,
Taking us over tomorrow.
You will fall again.
You will follow tomorrow.
Half of them pass me by,
Taking us over tomorrow.
You will fall again.
You will follow tomorrow.
But half of them pass me by.
I want to have them all,
And knowing I can only makes it sore.
Frozen stiff when I hear the call.
I know I've given but I've lost much more.