A Man Alone - Finch

Woke up this morning without a face

I’ve fooled myself again

I’ve sold myself again

Another wasted day counting shades of gray, another fool’s attempt to fall from

grace

A casual line.

A sip of wine

To sympathize while you’re laughing

But on the inside I’ve lost the insight that just might be the truth…

Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch, both hands bound, can’t scratch the itch

Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days, who could stand veins

With friends like these?

Pick my teeth out of the mud

And sink the sun, what have you done?

Cut the bandages, remove the oxygen

Hey, man, what’s with that stupid grin?

I cut and bleed myself along

A man alone can do no wrong

Another wasted day counting shades of gray, another fool’s attempt to fall from

grace

Taste of sunshine

No sympathy for the Devil

God gave him wings, God gave him wings (x2)

«These hands

They’ve made for you

Your wings

That stick to you»

It’s dirt beneath your fingertips

It hurts too much to wait for it (x3)

Taste of sunshine