Funeral For A Friend - Constant Illuminations

Where's the emotion?
Tuned to the sound of sincerity,
without connection.
The lesson doesn't come for free,
senseless distractions.
Your spoken words are just a lie,
these interactions,
the desperate act of fleeting minds.

Constant illuminations,
with no hope of preservation,
nothing but friendly fire.
Soon you will be home again.

Buried expression,
they are the heart of everything.
Distant impressions,
when there is nothing left to say.
So damn lucky
to be hear at the end of the end of the day.
So damn lucky,
when all the streets still cal your name. Constant illuminations,
with no hope of preservation,
nothing but friendly fire.
Soon you will be home again.

Spirit dies within.

Constant illuminations,
with no hope of preservation,
nothing but friendly fire.
Soon you will be home again.

The spirit, the spirit, the spirit,
it dies within.