Look at all the things we did
To keep the demons gone …
And
I feel
That I’m wasting
This life
And the heart breaks
In the rain
Against the moon
And your green eyes
Made of Stone
And all these demons
In my mind
All these lives
I’ve hid behind
Praying
I might turn out to be something else…
But my shadow predicts
That I’m going to run out of time…
It’s the gut
It’s the pain
The insides
Turning to shame
These years
Worn thin
Trying to do the best you can
Takes its toll
When do you get to lie down
Just to rest
I guess it’ll be my head against the stone 
