Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Illness, artist - GoodBooks. Date of issue: 29.07.2007
Song language: English
The Illness |
| Get up, rise with the morning sun |
| Lay down your love, and put your lipstick on |
| And forget about the pain you gave |
| And blur your eyes, paint through and through |
| To keep the world from reaching inside you |
| But let’s not get too cynical |
| You’d die for applause |
| But could you live on for no reward? |
| You wake up, you’re older, your plans just got smaller |
| Your children smile |
| You never even thought that you’d still be here today |
| Get out, stop crawling in |
| You’re nothing real, you’re just someone I’ve been |
| So you look into the mirror |
| And it asks you from behind the wall how anyone could find you beautiful? |
| But let’s not get too cynical |
| You’d die for applause |
| But could you live on for no reward? |
| You wake up, you’re older, your plans just got smaller |
| Your children smile |
| You never even thought that you’d still be here today |
| And now you’re dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised |
| You’re dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised |
| You’re dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised |
| You’re dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised |
| You’ve been hanging around |
| In a world you barely understand |
| You’ve been left without the ability to be the bigger man |
| But that’s not like you at all |