Felix Culpa (The)
What You Call Thought Control, I Call Thought Control
Age is only age until it forgetsYouth and life were a currency well spentIn keeping time by stars, the hours never could repentAnd I found myself left asking where they wentLike erosion on the limestone, we all played the parts we playedAnd I'm still generously standing in the rainThere's violence at the Vatican, our kings are crowned by thievesAnd I'll tell you Thomas, things aren't what they seemMaybe we have made mistakes that we don't even knowBut your eyes grow wide with dollar signsAnd you work with what you're soldWe awoke without our youthTo the beautiful uncompromising truthThat we never knew what you wanted us toRetracing steps, are these the prints we've leftA meager crooked path that still circles restAnd it takes all I have just to sit and breatheBut it brings up the differences in you and meIt takes all I have just to sit and breatheBut I'd trade up my lungs for a second shot at twenty-threeTo be in love with love is not enough this timeHolding open hallway doors, I left too much to chanceNow i'm sitting empty handed, scaring up a pastThere's violins at the Vatican, our kings were crowned by thievesSo I'll ask you Thomas, what do you believe
From Letras Mania