So pick me up off the floor,
You will not see the town like me,
I wont ask you again if this is real,
Cos I´m walking out that door, I´ll leave,
Always behind the war I know,
Cos decisions have never been my strong point,
But I don´t know what I want, Still the road is dark.
In all this time I´ve had,
I´ve seen the face behind those eyes.
Is it starting again,
In every town its the same (all these stories),
Runs like a clock and around we go,
Like some twisted carnival ringmaster pointing at me,
Telling me that I´ll never make it,
But how the hell would he know,
When he dresses like a tramp and looks like shit,
When alls been said and done,
I´ll still be hear having no fun.
In all this time I´ve had,
I´ve seen the face behind those eyes.
Oh tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. So whose idea was this,
You know I don´t like really like the dark that much,
Its insane, the more, take the blame,
Admit defeat and swallow your pride,
Take a ride to the dark side.
I don´t know what you say and I don´t mean to sound blas.
In all this time I´ve had,
I´ve seen the face behind those...
In all this time I´ve had,
I´ve seen the face behind those eyes.