In younger days, our certainties
Are lofty cliffs from which we speak
But live a while and soon you'll find
They turn to caves in which we hide
The words are the same
The meanings change
The world falls away
And drowns you in a pool of empty space
Day in, day out, the sun goes down
The tide gets high day in, day out
The sirens cry, but they don't make a sound
Have I told you? You were right
I may have tried with all my might
To pass my mis'ry off as spite
An eye for an eye, but there's no“I”
In tragedy, it's hard to see
The sting is sweet
Like waiting to be woken from a dream
Day in, day out, the sun goes down
The tide gets high day in, day out
The violins slide, but they don't make a sound
Left with all the information
Misery can know no bounds
Searching for an explanation's
A losing game, without a doubt
I've lost my way, with nothing found
Day in, day out, the sun goes down
The tide gets high day in, day out
The church bells chime, but they don't make a sound
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