| It's Never Quite What It Seems |
|---|
| and your face |
| I do know well |
| every breath breathes |
| farewell |
| it’s so still |
| no soul could tell |
| but one day |
| like this |
| the angels fell |
| and it’s never quite what it seems |
| and it bleeds |
| this setting sun |
| and my arms ache |
| from holding on let it go this dying light |
| makes it hard to tell |
| wrong from right |
| and it’s never quite what it seems |
| all the shadows of our doubts |
| and the light that burns too bright |
| soon burns out |
| and your face |
| you do know well |
| that the race is lost |
| hold still |
| 'cause the first |
| shall be the last |
| those that burn with thirst |
| will lift their glass |
| and it’s never quite what it seems |
