Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Even the Dead Have Their Tasks, artist - Being As An Ocean. Album song How We Both Wondrously Perish, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 05.05.2014
Record label: InVogue
Song language: English
Even the Dead Have Their Tasks |
We pack up our gear |
And we’re gone again |
Driven by passion, outward |
Away from family and friends |
But what they can’t see |
Is that every day I’m drowning in a sea |
Of faces that I miss so desperately |
With each flashing countenance |
A torrent of emotion, joy, and memories |
The people I’ve grown to love so deeply |
Throughout the years |
I’ve chosen a big family |
And the weight of their absence |
Has brought me more than once to tears |
I wake from sleep violently |
Only to witness those lives and faces |
Disappear slowly behind me |
(I'm drowning) |
Again I’m pulled back into deep waters |
Washed further away from my sisters and brothers |
Am I truly living a dream |
When the only time I spend with you is in my sleep? |
How am I to stay the course, to remain bold |
When all those my heart longs for |
Remain firmly anchored at home |
Am I truly living a dream |
When the only time I spend with you is in my sleep? |
With every «it's-been-awhile"embrace |
I wish it could last an eternity |
Silently praying for the courage to say |
«Oh G-d, how I’ve missed you! |
I’ve seen you in my sleep! |
We were laughing, crying, joking |
You know, the way it used to be |
Back when we younger and all that much more free |
I just hope you see that nothing’s changed between you and me |
No matter the time we’ve spent apart |
I know it’s not always easy to show it |
But please believe that I carried you in my heart |
That you were with me through every mile |
I could have sworn I saw your phantom standing in the aisle!» |
It seems you already know what I’m thinking |
And that, even after all this time |
Some things still do go without saying |
We savored the taste of our sweet youth |
And now, with calloused hands, gather the remaining fruit |
To go any farther, we must endure further pains |
Skinned, mashed, and finally strained |
Fermenting in the time spent away |
Only to return with a fine vintage |
To cheers to the health of those who stayed |