| Living by the printed page
|
| The landmarks of the age
|
| I find a coat that’s poorly lined
|
| Handed down from time to time
|
| Waiting for the sun to shine
|
| Standing here amidst this crowd
|
| And wondering aloud
|
| I find a joke that’s poorly timed
|
| Thinking back to simpler days
|
| Of waiting for a life to change
|
| No one can take this away from me
|
| The martyrs and madmen I learned of in school
|
| Will remember my name
|
| Some things are never the way they seem
|
| Bury our centuries' wasted regrets
|
| And remember this reign
|
| Waking from the weary gloom
|
| The din of empty rooms
|
| I find a poem poorly rhymed
|
| And waiting for the walls to fall
|
| I’m stunned by the failure of it all
|
| No one can take this away from me
|
| Spellbound in anger, my heroes have failed
|
| To remember my name
|
| Some things are never the way they seem
|
| Bury our centuries' wasted regrets
|
| And remember this reign
|
| It’s only water falling down
|
| It’s only water in my tears
|
| It’s only water drowning me
|
| It’s only water for all these years
|
| And waiting for the walls to fall
|
| I’m stunned by the failure of it all |
| No one can take this away from me
|
| The martyrs and madmen I learned of in school
|
| Will remember my name
|
| Some things are never the way they seem
|
| Bury our centuries' wasted regrets
|
| And remember this reign
|
| No one can take this away from me
|
| Spellbound in anger, my heroes have failed
|
| To remember my name
|
| Some things are never the way they seem
|
| Bury our centuries' wasted regrets
|
| And remember this reign |