Boxing Day — Good Riddance

When one browbeating lasts a lifetime I cant recall the last time Quiet conversation served Whats left to solve by mute indifference? Still we carry on this way Prescribed and uninvolved

This holds no ordinary pretext This isnt one more thing we can endeavor to deny Fighting back tears wont stop the bleeding Left to bite each others heads off We forget to even try

Seems its never time Its never time Seems its never time Its never time

Your face disturbs my sleep You interrupt my savage dreams I'd trade this vision For just one more shot at you Just beyond the setting sun I can see the cities skyline receding And these old lines And these old lines keep repeating yeah..