Texty písní Funeral for a Friend

Funeral for a Friend

Wrench

We look past the obvious

We blind ourselves to the truth

No escape

Resistance is futile

The old roads lead back home

A place where I belong

I lay my head where I lay my head

Affection without rejection

A clenched fist screaming

There's pain and then there's living

Both make sense to those who are willing

And there's nothing left to say

We carry on

We carry on

Sacrifice every day

To make amends for the debt we pay

An instrument of constant struggle

There's nothing left to regret

A promise is a promise kept

Whether history will forget

To open up with friendly arms

This wrench screaming

There's pain and then there's living

Both make sense to those who are willing

And there's nothing left to say

We carry on

We carry on

(2x)

We struggle every day

Never giving up or giving in

No single sense of self-respect

We turn around and walk away

No sense of community

We fear each and every day

Behind closed doors and closed minds

We shelter away from our lives

There's pain and then there's living

Both make sense to those who are willing

And there's nothing left to say

We carry on

We carry on

(2x)

We carry on

We carry on

We carry

We carry on