I prefer to leave things open to interpretation. |
He mines his way through the cold morning wind Weaving bittersweet thoughts beneath your skin Pleading to a deaf ear that cannot feel undone Two souls broken into pieces that once tried to be one Long before the start, he closed his eyes and locked his heart He doesn't know why but still he tries to find the missing part Long before his story was told he didn't know but his soul was sold He walks alone with no one to turn to when he needs a hand to hold There's no one looking out for him, no one to share the dream Still he carries on with eyes drawn long holding back that scream Carry on and wait, carry on and bleed, just give yourself to me Remorse to drift alone with when there's no one that he needs He still burns and pines for that one thing he will never find He likes to turn to the sky for the reasons to the why But its just empty space without a name or face A home to place the blame, an excuse to stay the same What he doesn't know he cannot fear He walks a lonely road he thinks will take him far from here He soldiers on though he doesn't know the way And with every step and memory he slowly fades away |