And I wonder
When then, will it ever end?
Tomorrow means less,
We’re the salt of the earth, awaiting a storm
Dust, my friend, to dust
all the pain, all the losses
All that we have overcome means nothing
We might have cast the darkness away
But it still remains just within
Always broken, always scarred
Death awaits, in the wind we wade
Lots of secrets await us in our graves
But at least, today is silent.
Salt, of the earth, is all we are
So I wanted you to know, that I will bother you no more
I know it’s a little too late
But I’m sorry, I want no more bruises
Whilst the lights fade out,
I’ve bled enough
And we have nothing to talk about anymore
This time next year, I’ll be gone, or you, or just I.
Yet still my lemon head wonders
When will the right time be, for lemonades?
Dunca9n 