I dared in frail naivety to believe
That you would find a way back to me
From the shadows of a liven life
But it has reached its end
I can see the lines where we scratched
The means of living, the means of reassurance
With a little bit of trust
Just what we were missing
When the forked tongues rattled
On the day to day business trains
And are spun in their tales
Deaf to the voices
To the words that actually mattered
Indebted to that secret
Chained to this tarnished past
That left such etchings on my soul
Carved into what appears to be forgotten
Try to renew our minds with the morning dawn
With the hearts of those we love
But the dice roll on, unerringly
And we're selling our souls for our supper
Delving deep now, knives in our hands
But perhaps we cut into our souls too deep
Perhaps in the lines we cut, we've finally made it through
And we're at the other side now
And we're indebted to that secret
From those shadows of a liven life
