A Fine Day to Exit

Long way from home, nowhere to go What made the river so cold? The sweat of thoughts trickle down my brow Soaking and stinging my eye You gotta face it head on So you can turn this thing around 'cause this ain't right Tell tale sighs and cries of dreams unfulfilled And time is running, running dry Panic stricken bloodshot hearts Try to restart But no longer build the well to survive Sweet oblivion You gotta face it head on So you can turn this thing around 'cause this ain't right I got these feelings and I don't know why I see all my fears in the darkness of light What made the river so cold? Never anyone to rearrange and fall to Time inside the empty Call to the blameless I am faithless Placid dying eyes You gotta face it head on So you can't turn this thing around 'cause this ain't right You have to go eye to eye Raise your face to the sky 'cause this ain't right I got to believe when I say Only this is the way --- A Fine Day to Exit - Anathema