I’m no man’s idol. And no man’s my king. I was born on the pause of a pendulum's swing. My father was quiet. My mother would sing: If you find love in life, you found everything. How will we sleep to the crash and the clang, As the hellbent hell fires burn on in our names? How will we live, by the dove or the blade? Will we keep our eyes closed as the dream slips away? I take my hits. I take my bitter pill. But I'll still spare the rod And the in-for-the-kill. What comes in on a temper goes out on a chill. Do we learn from our past, or just say that we will? How will we sleep to the crash and the clang, As the hellbent hell fires burn on in our names? How will we live, by the dove or the blade? Will we keep our eyes closed as the dream slips away? I love my baby. And I love my son. But I won't hold my breathe. And I won't hold my tongue. Growing old seemed like death to me when I was young. Now I want to grow old. And I want to belong. How will we sleep to the crash and the clang, As the hellbent hell fires burn on in our names? How will we live, by the dove or the blade? Will we keep our eyes closed as the dream slips away? Will we keep our eyes closed as the dream slips away? Will we keep our eyes closed as the dream slips away?
Joe Pernice Bony Gap Music, BMI, admin by BUG/BMG
