Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On A Clear Day, artist - Oliver Hart. Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On A Clear Day |
| Excuse me, but there’s so much here for you to touch |
| And there’s nothing I can do to make you give a fuck |
| Sometimes everything ain’t enough |
| When the eyes retire from wearing desire’s handcuffs |
| If I was content sitting I wouldn’t need to stand up |
| Why am I living if I can’t love? |
| I want to scream at the top of my bleeding lungs |
| Never meant to break your trust |
| Just wanted to wake you up |
| Once before I left in this personal search for clarity |
| Either they’re scared of me or laughing hysterically |
| I’m just a parody of something that apparently |
| Was never properly prepared to bleed |
| Oh how do I wish that I’d never learned to cry |
| When your only reply is waving your hands from side-to-side |
| I am lost cause I’m my own tour guide |
| And if I ever talk to myself I’ll probably tell lies |
| So for now I sit in this disfigured toadstool |
| Showing the face of a child that only smiles cause he’s told to |
| Sometimes they look to me for the answers and I don’t know what to do |
| I’m usually just as confused as you |
| (On a clear day) I can see for miles |
| (On a clear day) I can be myself |
| (On a clear day) I can sit in place |
| (On a clear day) I’m not part of this race |
| (On a clear day) I’m not in this alone |
| (On a clear day) I got freedom to roam |
| (On a clear day) I can sit in my place |
| (On a clear day) I withdraw from the race |
| The chord sprung a leak |
| The mind was filled with cork crumbs |
| Charisma bit its cheek and died of boredom |
| It’s not a clear day until the war is done |
| And I’m no longer haunted by the bullet hole |
| I put in the head of a porcelain clown found porch bum |
| Reciting my spells biting the nail off my sore thumb |
| Leaving for good I knew that when the door swung |
| I don’t believe that I could stay even if I wanted to |
| My brain ain’t gray sky or water proof |
| So by tomorrow I’ll be a robot again |
| The thought of the clouds coming in makes me cringe |
| But I’ve been in the storm, submerged in the distortion |
| For most of my days spent following this course and |
| I’m learning to love the moment that’s rolling |
| Instead of openly viewing time as my opponent |
| So I’m always… |
| Wait, wait, wait, wait! |
| Here let me cut this shit man |
| It’s a nice day |
| Fuck sitting here and writing |
| I’m going for a walk… |