Anathema – A Fine Day To Exit

Long way from home

nowhere to go what made the river so cold

the sweat of thoughts trickle down my brow

soaking and stinging my eye

tell tale sighs and cries

of dreams unFULFILLED

and time is running DRY

PANIC stricken bloodshot hearts

TRY TO RESTART

but no longer build the well to survive

sweet oblivion

I got these feelings and I don’t know why

I see all my fears in the darkness of light

WHAT MADE THE RIVER SO COLD?

never anyone to rearrange and fall to

time inside the EMPTY

call to the blameless I am faithless

placid dying eyes

you gotta face it head on so you can’t turn this thing

around cos this ain’t right you have to go eye to eye

raise your face to the sky cos this ain’t

right I got to believe when I say only this is the way