Curtains hide from the prying eyes off of the television's glow As three friends sit in their home so far away from home For we cut ourselves from a sinking ship Found only more d** and booze Old habits took hold While we slept from the breath of the moon And a pendelum swings with an axe guided weight Cutting lives from a never growing stone A tender voice is often heard where the truth is seldom told It's a hard earned disgrace when the brunt of the (?) finds the faces of friend and family As our futures turned out to be what they hoped or believed And we made our way playing heartbreaking games And our eyes are the bitterist of truth Intentions speak not as loud as the choices made in you And it's been a long hard winter We danced near the fire 'til we withered away We shook and we slept long in the morning Oh your face could be that of a stranger As the rose on your cheek turned to gray The mirror showed who we are Not who we long to be Though my words hit you like a bare knuckle boxer Whipping boy you've been beaten by yourself So caught in the coma but whisper and you hear the devil's howl Both strong willed and weak You hold the tools to escape My dearest friend, I cannot hold you alone And I fear the path on which you travel I could never follow along And we made our way playing heartbreaking games And our eyes are the bitterist of truth Intentions speak not as loud as the choices made in you And it's been a long hard winter We danced near the fire 'til we withered away We shook and slept long in the morning Oh your face could be that of a stranger As the rose on your cheek turned to gray The mirror showed who we are Not who we long to be And it's been a long hard winter We danced near the fire 'til we withered away We shook and slept long in the morning