F C
There's a life full, dangling from string
F C
It's slowly swaying over my head now
F C G
As I jot down the words that will never be solved
Am G
And wait for my headache to numb
F C
And the wind sounds as if the world's sighing
F C
And the moon's just a torn fingernail
F C G
As the TV flickers in homes by the wall
Am G
And I wait for my eyesight to fade
F C Am G
So I hope, So I hope, So I hope, it's so damn slow
F C Am G
So I hope, So I hope, So I hope, it's so damn slow
Not pride, I choke on ambition
And the old folks circle their graves
And the young ones are busy destroying their heirs
And the heirs are still just wasting away
I sit and watch this screen for a message
Some kind of sign that says we're ok
But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing on
And I wait for my conscience to break
