Yann Tiersen - Les Jours Tristes lyrics

It's hard, Hard, not to sit on your hands, Burrow your head in the sand, Hard, not to make other plans And claim that you've done all you can, All alone And life Must go on. It's hard, Hard, to stand up for what's right And bring home the bacon each night, Hard, not to break down and cry, When every ideal that you tried Has been wrong. But you must Carry on. [Chorus:] It's hard, But you know it's worth the fight, Cause you know you've got the truth on your side, When the accusations fly. Hold tight! Don't be afraid of what they'll say. Who cares what cowards think? Anyway, They will understand some day, Some day. It's hard, Hard, when you're here all alone And everyone else's gone home. Harder to know right from wrong When all objectivity's gone And it's gone. But you still Carry on. 'Cause you, You are the only one left And you've got to clean up this mess. You know you'll end up like the rest Bitter and twisted - unless You stay strong And you Carry on. [Chorus x2]