Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song At Day's End, artist - Redemption. Album song The Art of Loss, in the genre Прогрессив-метал
Date of issue: 25.02.2016
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
At Day's End |
In quiet hours, still awake |
I listen to each breath you take |
And I wonder what you dream about |
How far we’ve come, since we were young |
Our preconceptions now undone |
So I wonder what you dream about |
I’m mine, I might be soaring |
Pushing things to greater heights |
But like Icarus, the flames are real |
And dreams turn into nightmares |
I know my wings might falter once up in the sky |
But I don’t want to fall — I want to fly |
I never saw myself as one who went outside the lines |
Our life’s momentum takes us, and in an instant it’s behind us |
It’s sacrilege to take advantage of the blind |
But what about uncertainties that work to cloud our mind? |
If our perception causes us to go astray |
Who can help us try to find our way? |
I never saw myself as one whose life was just a race out of control |
But in the mirror I see the lines grow deeper on my face |
It’s sacrilege to take advantage of the blind |
But what about uncertainties that work to cloud our mind? |
If our perception causes us to go astray |
Who can help us try to find our way? |
When I look back on all that’s happened |
When I look back on choices I have made |
Should I regret the contours of my path? |
The broken cobblestones that I have paved? |
We’re only given just so many sunny days |
We’re only given so much time to build a life |
Our choices all along the way construct a maze |
And when our time is up we could be trapped inside |
Lost in fantasies and never to return |
While we are building, tearing down or making plans |
The days are vanishing, the world won’t fail to turn |
Choices have consequences, limiting our future |
And yet the weight of outcomes cannot be discerned |
Make them wisely, child |
It’s hard to look around me now at everything I have |
And not derive contentment from it all |
Dreams made real, and the future unforeseen has played out well |
But is contentment the enemy of growth? |
Could I have overlooked what might have mattered most? |
You must have been something else when you were younger |
You must have been something else when you were free |
When all that you had was time and the world of choices was yours |
And you chose me |
We spend half our lives repairing bridges that our selfish actions helped |
destroy |
But it’s still so hard for us to recognize that a life is such a fragile toy |
We spend half our lives making disguises; |
we perfect and use them as our tools |
Then spend all of our remaining years searching for something we cannot fool |
At day’s end we’ll throw out our disguises with nothing to defend |
At day’s end we’ll pick up all the pieces and learn to live again |
When you look back on all that’s happened, would you do it all again? |
That’s the honest measure of our lives |
Knowing then what you know now, would you choose me once again? |
That’s the question carrying most weight at day’s end |
I know my wings have faltered once up in the sky |
But even if you’re falling, there’s still time to fly |
And looking with dispassion at the choices I have made |
I know it’s self-defeating to carry regret onto my grave |
I know that there’s a reason why my road returns to you |
And why, despite the obstacles we both had to fight through |
We both have had our doubts, but I think we know it’s true |
That you remain the best of me, and I the best of you |
And all our struggles, and every time we’ve cried |
They’re rendered meaningless in our embrace |
‘Cause we’re still standing, and nothing can prevail |
Against a love that’s meant to be |
At day’s end we put down our disguises with nothing to defend |
At day’s end we pick up all the pieces and learn to love again |