Paroles de Departure

A crowded room shadowed by a sea of faces A narcoleptic man looks to me and he says You'll see the worst of me in time And I struggle to find the space to say that I'll be fine Just to get me through the night I can't see through these lights I can't see through the night I can't see through these lights Just get me through tonight There's nothing left to me but crooked smiles and laboured misery And I struggle to fin the space to say that I'll be fine And if I say that I am sorry Could I start again? Or change the end to this story? Nothing but a head out of this crowd I find myself down on the ground And I can't find the joy in anything I create Am I making any sense? Call me a medic 'Cause we know how quick we'll fold when the truth is that We never thought we'd grow this old Whit heavy hearts of gold We live and die In spit of everything we're told Do I speak in tongues? Am I making any sense? I know I'm sick but surely there's a way that I can mend Just get me through tonight There's nothing left to me but crooked smiles & laboured misery And I struggle to fin the space to say that I'll be fine And if I say that I am sorry Could I start again? Or change the end to this story? Never thought I'd grow this old I'm so sorry to myself For all the time we spent Sleeping next to my grave But with heavy hearts of gold We'll still live in spite of everything we're told