The rain auditions at my window, its symphony echoes in my womb
My gaze scans the walls of this apartment
To rectify the confines of my tomb
My gaze scans the walls of this apartment
To rectify the confines of my tomb
I'm the cyclops in the tenement, I'm the soul without the cause
Crying 'midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors
Clippings from ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor
Stained by the wine from a shattered glass
Meaningless words, yellowed by time, faded photos exposing pain
Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind
Christ, you've finished playing hangman, you've cast the fateful dice
Advice, advice, advice me
This shroud will not suffice
Crying 'midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors
Clippings from ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor
Stained by the wine from a shattered glass
Meaningless words, yellowed by time, faded photos exposing pain
Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind
Christ, you've finished playing hangman, you've cast the fateful dice
Advice, advice, advice me
This shroud will not suffice
And thus begins the web
Attempting to discard these clinging memories
I only serve to wallow in our past
I fabricate the weave with my excuses
Its strands I hope and pray shall last
Oh please do last
Oh please do last
I only serve to wallow in our past
I fabricate the weave with my excuses
Its strands I hope and pray shall last
Oh please do last
Oh please do last
The flytrap needs the insects, ivy caresses the wall
Needles make love to the junkies, the sirens seduce with their call
Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me
Confused and rejected, despised and alone
I kiss isolation on its fevered brow
Security clutching me, obscurity threatening me
Christ, your reasons were so obvious
As my friend have qualified, I only laughed away your tears
But even jesters cry
But even jesters cry
Needles make love to the junkies, the sirens seduce with their call
Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me
Confused and rejected, despised and alone
I kiss isolation on its fevered brow
Security clutching me, obscurity threatening me
Christ, your reasons were so obvious
As my friend have qualified, I only laughed away your tears
But even jesters cry
But even jesters cry
I realise I hold the key to freedom
Oh. I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make decisions
The changes have to be made
Oh. I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make decisions
The changes have to be made
I realise I hold the key to freedom
I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make decisions
The changes have to be made
I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make decisions
The changes have to be made
Now I leave you, the past has had its say
You're all but forgotten a mote in my heart
Decisions have been made,
They've been made
They've been made
You're all but forgotten a mote in my heart
Decisions have been made,
They've been made
They've been made
Decisions have been made
I've conquered my fears, oh my fears
The flaming shroud
The flaming shroud
Thus ends the web
The web
The web
The web
The web...
I've conquered my fears, oh my fears
The flaming shroud
The flaming shroud
Thus ends the web
The web
The web
The web
The web...
song info:
Verified yes
LanguageEnglish
GenreRock, Alternative
Rank4,263 (new)
Duration00:08:52
Charts
Copyright ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing
WriterBrian Jellyman, Derek William Dick, Mark Kelly, Michael James Pointer, Pete Trewavas, Steve Rothery
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
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Last updatedMarch 8th, 2022
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