Thinking of your private future
You snatched at the trees
And stole their dark green sleep
Thinking of your private future
You think of the river and set it flowing
A late fog's lifting the first wind's rising
So you turn to reflect on your grief knife
Surgeon Smith
Thinking of your private future
Cut by the scars of timeless coming back
You realize the unreachable was nothing
Cool winds wash down your hope and you slipped
Cool winds wash down your hope and you slipped
God's good to the humble
As the devil is to fools
Stop looking back in anger
Cause you can't change the rules
Believe in where you're going
But don't lose your yesterdays
Too terrified to cry it's true
Your life is just a game
So I need a million dollars
To sit on mountain tops
To see the stars surround you
Is to see an awful lot
I see the work of sinners
I see the work of saints
So I see the work of everyone
That's ever ever played
Sleep without reason
Your laughing much too loudly
With so many scars
How does it feel deep in your heart?
Cause when the cut is blown open
It'll crack up your skin
So now you're drowning your sorrows
In whiskey and sin
Live the life you love
Use a god you trust
And don't take it all too seriously
Ahhhh
Ahhhh
Ahhhh
Ahhhh
