I want my old life back
I lost my sense of purpose
You tell me
You tell me I'm wrong
I find comfort in the selfishness
Of the things we ask ourselves
I find comfort in the uncertainty
That we might be dead
Or might be waking up
Time will tell
If this dream is just life as well
Time will tell, time will tell
I can't seem to ignore all the signs
Are you waiting to come back to us?
I could not believe it all this time
All I wanted was someone to know
So I lie awake know I lie to myself
Break the cycle
I don't want to live in a life that aches
For lies we aim to hide
A life that goes on
A darkness that grows
Forget not what's there
You're begging me not to forget
You've been asking me
When I'll find what is missing
I've tried
I'm trying so hard to forget
The scenes that repeat in my head
There's things I've seen I've never said
But I'd rather they kill me instead
'Cause it's so far away;
The love and the praise
The promises that I was fed
As the paint dries
And the grass dies
Are you waiting to come back to us?
I want my old life back
I lost my sense of purpose
You tell me
You tell me I'm wrong
I find comfort in the selfishness
Of the things we ask ourselves
I find comfort in the uncertainty
That we might be dead
Or might be waking up
I broke myself I want my old life back I lost my sense of purpose You tell me You tell me I'm wrong I find comfort in the selfishness Of the things we ask ourselves I find comfort in the uncertainty That we might be dead Or might be waking up Time will tell If this dream is just life as well Time will tell, time will tell I can't seem to ignore all the signs Are you waiting to come back to us? I could not believe it all this time All I wanted was someone to know So I lie awake know I lie to myself Break the cycle I don't want to live in a life that aches For lies we aim to hide A life that goes on A darkness that grows Forget not what's there You're begging me not to forget You've been asking me When I'll find what is missing I've tried I'm trying so hard to forget The scenes that repeat in my head There's things I've seen I've never said But I'd rather they kill me instead 'Cause it's so far away; The love and the praise The promises that I was fed As the paint dries And the grass dies Are you waiting to come back to us? I want my old life back I lost my sense of purpose You tell me You tell me I'm wrong I find comfort in the selfishness Of the things we ask ourselves I find comfort in the uncertainty That we might be dead Or might be waking up Explain Request ×
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