Will you look me in the eye? Will you see the real me?
As the winter's closing in my pace adjusts against the wind,
racing toward the setting sun, my past I can't outrun.
It's hard to watch you live in love. If only you knew my loss, could learn of loss.
I once found pleasure in the smell of fire, broke bread with old friends who'd always inspire,
sat long, sipped long, and contemplated desire, but I've made my bed.
I chased my demons into the darkness only to find a home in hell.
Will you look me in the eye? Will you call me by name? Will you see the me I used to be?
Youth is wasted on the young. If only I could go back to that moment and hold my tongue.
Catch the butterfly long enough to breath its beauty then crush its wings. Then perhaps you wouldn't have to feel anything.
Just a smile and a nod without pity's encroach.
Please feel nothing, for I am not of this world, I am this world.
Track Name: The Colosseum
All you want is to hear my voice, and how could you not?
As long as your ears have heard I've been singing my songs of hope and woe.
The sacred harmonies of reformation and regret,
weaving my story into your bones. Weaving my story into your soul,
you cry out, and how could you not?
But I need a moment, just a moment to breathe because today I can't find the man you love and I'm armed to the teeth.
All you want is to hear my voice, my body reacts like I have no choice.
My best intentions possessed. Love resisting arrest.
Wisdom held hostage at my own behest.
There's no cover from the storm.
Tears concealed in the rain, you pray for the end.
As the clouds part and words return, we whisper 'goodnight.'
"The sun sets on the war, the day breaks and everything is new."