Song 4 of the 6 I wrote during this time in my first, grand madness. (Go here for the other ones.) It is perhaps the most depressing of the bunch:
"Distant Day"
Alone in the night the eyes that submit
Wondering whose crimes they live to commit
Mass produced blues redundant hearts sing
Tears in the dark that don’t mean a thing
Stranded by fate to die in a list
They couldn’t earn their right to exist
chorus
The distant day hides like a hope
That trembles to be known
The seconds desperate fingers grope
Till dawn can claim her own
Abandoned by sleep to time to be killed
Waiting for justice by their windowsill
Friends disappear as neediness stays
A heartbreaking numb to live out the days
Feverless souls with hollow regrets
They don’t amount to the secrets they’ve kept
chorus
Love is a strange and powerless myth
A fraction the pride that hunger permits
What saviors the pawn has learned to despise
Shallowness pain is slow to disguise
A physics of fools all fear to let go
They don’t deserve a dream of their own
chorus
Alone in the night the eyes that submit
Wondering whose crimes they live to commit
Mass produced blues redundant hearts sing
Tears in the dark that don’t mean a thing
Stranded by fate to die in a list
They couldn’t earn their right to exist
