Thursday, March 22, 2012

Thursday Lyric: When my Time Comes, by Dawes

There were moments of dreams I was offered to save 
I lived less like a workhorse, more like a slave 
I thought that one quick moment that was noble or brave 
Would be worth the most of my life. 


So I pointed my fingers, shouted a few quotes I knew 
As if something that's written should be taken as true 
But every path I have taken and conclusion I drew 
Would put truth back under the knife. 
And now the only piece of advice that continues to help:
Is anyone that's making anything new 
only breaks something else. 


 When my time comes, 
Ohhhhh, oh oh oh. 
When my times comes, 
Ohhhhh, oh oh oh. 


So I took what I wanted and put it out of my reach 
I wanted to pay for my successes with all my defeats, 
And if heaven was all that was promised to me 
Why don't I pray for death? 


And now it seems like the unraveling has started too soon, 
Now I'm sleeping in hallways and I'm drinking perfume 
And I'm speaking to mirrors and I'm howling at moons 
While the worst and the worse that it gets. 
Oh you can judge all the world on the sparkle that you think it lacks. 
Yes you can stare into the abyss, but it's staring right back. 


 When my time comes, 
Ohhhhh, oh oh oh. 
When my time comes, 
Ohhhhh, oh oh oh. 


 Oh you can judge all the world on the sparkle that you think it lacks. 
Yes you can stare into the abyss, but it's staring right back. 


 When my time comes, 
Ohhhhh, oh oh oh. 
When my time comes, 
Ohhhhh, oh oh oh.

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