| It’s closing time,
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| I stumble home I try to find my light.
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| The empty pictures of the football wifes,
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| who sleep alone tonight.
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| I think about,
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| jumping in or maybe jumping out.
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| I walk on water 'till my luck runs out,
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| I try to shout but no words come out.
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| I close my eyes, I feel the rush,
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| I touch the hands that pick me up.
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| In all my life I never found,
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| a reason I could be alive,
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| the meaning lost so many times.
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| This was my silent suicide.
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| Well life goes on,
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| and I can see the ground we’re standing on.
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| Sometimes I wonder, did I wait too long?
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| To feel the breath of your final song,
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| You said hold on!
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| I close my eyes, I feel the rush,
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| I touch the hands that pick me up.
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| In all my life I never found,
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| a reason I could be alive,
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| the meaning lost so many times.
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| This was my silent suicide.
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| I lost my faith and needed proof.
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| I see a door I walk straight through,
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| to find myself alone with you.
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| And if I live to see the day,
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| or hear the silence blown away.
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| Forgive my silent suicide.
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| I close my eyes, I feel the rush,
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| I touch the hands that pick me up.
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| In all my life I never found,
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| a reason I could be alive,
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| the meaning lost so many times.
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| Forgive my silent suicide.
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| I close my eyes, I feel the rush,
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| I touch the hands that pick me up.
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| In all my life I never found,
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| a reason I could be alive,
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| the meaning lost so many times.
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| This was my silent suicide.
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| In all my life I never found.
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| This was my silent suicide.
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| Forgive my silent suicide. |