歌词:
Stan-ding sti-ll,
Feed-ing the cold,
Bi-nd-ing mean-ing,
To serve the so-u-u-l,
Can I pre-tend to be?
Some-one that is not me?
Drift-ing a-way,
To a dis-tan-t place,
We'll mould the clay,
To map a new d-a-y-y,
Can I pre-tend to be?
Some-one that is not me?
Can I pre-tend to be?
Some-one that is not me?
I'm break-ing a-part the pie-ces to-day,
I'm push-ing it,
Push-ing it,
So far a-way,
I'm break-ing a-part the pie-ces to-day,
I'm push-ing it,
Push-ing it,
So far a-way,
All the thoughts are dead,
Are you still a-live?
All the thoughts are dead,
Are you still a-live?
I'll fill up the spa-ces,
With what's left to fe-el,
I'll bu-ry the dead,
And feed on what's to b-e-e,
Fol-low the trail,
To trace out the faith,
Let the riv-ers fi-ll,
To wash a-way the ha-te,
Can I pre-tend to be?
Some-one that is not me?
Can I pre-tend to be?
Some-one that is not me?
I'm break-ing a-part the pie-ces to-day,
I'm push-ing it,
Push-ing it,
So far a-way,
Ye-e-e-a-a-a-a-a-aah,
Ye-e-e-a-a-a-a-a-aah,
Ye-e-e-a-a-a-a-a-aah,
Ye-e-e-a-a-a-a-a-aah,
I'll fill up the spa-ces,
With what's left to fe-el,
I'll bu-ry the dead,
And feed on what's to b-e,
I'll fill up the spa-ces,
With what's left to fe-el,
I'll bu-ry the dead,
And feed on what's to b-e-e,
