Your face expresses its years so seriously
As the lamp light draws dark circles round your eyes
And your mouth twists unexpected fate into it's natural shape
And turns the dark into another form of light.
Time expresses itself so suddenly
And people pa** like strangers in the night.
They're just doing what they think is right on into an older way of life
Where the dark is just another form of light.
Every single thing I ever hoped to see
I held in my hands
In the hope I'd never turn into the man
I'm expected to be
And what you hold in your hands
Is lost to memory.
Dry your eyes and round circles
'Cause you've been poured into the ocean
On an undertow of all our lonely hearts.
But solitude feels the same
Whoever you blame.
Don't let darkness become another form of light.
Every single thing I ever hoped to see
I held in my hands
In the hope I'd never turn into the man
I'm expected to be
Now I know that nothing is lost to memory