Funeral For A Friend - Someday The Fire...

You start working with the same device,
the narrative is breaking down again.
You're standing down the same old asking price,
the cards are drawn the fires getting warm.

All works and play, there's nothing left to say,
they wouldn't want it any other way.

Running fast when the lights are fading.
We make the same mistakes,
we know we have to face.
Someday the fires will keep on burning,
but today; run away, never look behind.

The time it takes to walk home alone,
the pleasure stops keeps weakness
from the top of your head.
Servants blockade informants keep the peace,
the pleasure stops, why does it have to stop? All works and play there's nothing left to say,
you wouldn't want it any other way.

Running fast when the lights are fading.
We make the same mistakes,
we know we have to face.
Someday the fires will keep on burning,
but today; run away, never look behind.

The same old pictures playing over again,

Running fast when the lights are fading.
We make the same mistakes,
we know we have to face.
Someday the fires will keep on burning,
but today; run away, never look behind.
We make, we make the same mistakes,
but today; run away, never look behind.
We make, we make the same mistakes,
but today; run away, never look behind.