Life reduced to a concrete wish. Simplification of our wants and needs and eventually transformed into an ultimate attempt of forcing patterns upon us. Don’t think we’ll think for you. Satisfaction gained out of emptiness. Our homes as the imagination of the circle of demise we’re in. Concrete = freedom. Trapped into a steel caged. Life’s being decided for you.
Nevermind the wealth your bathing in, we’ll turn it into mud for you, but don’t fear, your smile never fades in this utopia especially build for you. You’ll never see. You’ll never realize
What was wrong with you? What was wrong with me? We can put it all…
Why trying Why thinking Why fighting They won't see They won't care They won't feel…
You involve us in actions that are not our concern Repeating the history - you…
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It starts at daylight I see him Before my sad eyes I hear him breathing…
Words & Music: Don Henley ** Chantal would occasionally play a piano version of this…
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