Projects pile up as tomorrow seems far away
He cannot understand how he became to resemble his father, and got lost in it all
the eye craves what the hands cannot reach
all the instruments sing out and cuff him in their pipes
And the song shall be sung "Life goes on"
Tomorrow you will not be around
The eye craves the joy he fakes
The future used to mean more than defeated and wrinkled memories
And he grew old till his teeth fell out
He rode a train and another and after him the tune follows
He dances at night by himself
(Like he is the tune on the radio x2)
He asks the tune in the radio
(if he likes what he's become)
(if he's okay with what he's become)
He had dreams, but life happens
(Feathers and wax, Tomorrow seemed so different)
Time was like a fleeting scent that came and knocked him down without a warning
(Feathers and wax, Tomorrow seemed so different)
And what is written on the forehead "fate" must take place
(Feathers and wax, Tomorrow seemed so different)
The wings fade away as we all land into our graves, leaving everything behind
(Feathers and wax, Tomorrow seemed so different)
He taught me the radio's song
Asked me to sing it on his grave