Streetlight Manifesto - Forty Days lyrics
[Streetlight Manifesto - Forty Days lyrics]
And it's been forty days
I've tried forty ways
You will never quite leave your sins behind
They'll haunt you
Taunt you until the day you die
You will never really go
You think about it much but you need to know
How the story ends, so you sit around
Even though you should just go!
Tell your friends what you have heard
Show them all the lies unlearned
And when you really go
You will really know you were
Never meant for Earth what's it worth?
If we're going to break it
Down with any logic, it's absurd
And no matter where we go, we are not alone
When the silence turns to cries of "Why?"
We inherit sin
And nobody's going to quench your thirst
When the well runs dry, the well runs dry
And nobody's going to hold your hand
On the day you die
I've tasted seven sins
So they won't let me in
I knock knock knock until my
Knuckles are bruised and raw
Stuck in the middle with my blood
In a puddle on the floor
We made our beds, we'll judge ourselves
And only then and there will we
Disappear to our final resting place
What a waste!
So many decent people at the gates
And no matter where we go, we are not alone
When the silence turns to cries of "Why?"
We inherit sin
And nobody's going to quench your thirst
When the well runs dry, the well runs dry
And nobody's going to hold your hand
On the day you die
I've tried forty ways
You will never quite leave your sins behind
They'll haunt you
Taunt you until the day you die
You will never really go
You think about it much but you need to know
How the story ends, so you sit around
Even though you should just go!
Tell your friends what you have heard
Show them all the lies unlearned
And when you really go
You will really know you were
Never meant for Earth what's it worth?
If we're going to break it
Down with any logic, it's absurd
And no matter where we go, we are not alone
When the silence turns to cries of "Why?"
We inherit sin
And nobody's going to quench your thirst
When the well runs dry, the well runs dry
And nobody's going to hold your hand
On the day you die
I've tasted seven sins
So they won't let me in
I knock knock knock until my
Knuckles are bruised and raw
Stuck in the middle with my blood
In a puddle on the floor
We made our beds, we'll judge ourselves
And only then and there will we
Disappear to our final resting place
What a waste!
So many decent people at the gates
And no matter where we go, we are not alone
When the silence turns to cries of "Why?"
We inherit sin
And nobody's going to quench your thirst
When the well runs dry, the well runs dry
And nobody's going to hold your hand
On the day you die