Текст песни Fish - A Feast Of Consequences

Текст:

I tear a page from the book of faces, Throw your letters in an open fire, I couldn’t say that I still despise you But I’m finding it hard to not to After all that was said not done it’s time this thing was over Did I want you to change your mind I don’t honestly think so Picking me up like a lovesick puppet You were dancing me over a burning flame You kept pulling the strings the few strands remaining You just wouldn’t let me go We were running out of words, running out of lines, running out of things to say We were running out of heart, running out of love, running out of reasons to stay There was something so deeply flawed In the beginning we tried to deny it Like a crack in a china doll, A masquerade in silence, Where we try to recognise just who exactly we’re trying to hide We played our roles in this grand design Fooled ourselves in our own disguises We were running out of pills, running out of smoke, running out of fine white wines, We were running out of road, running out of fuel, running out of places to hide, It’s a feast of consequences Facing up to a feast of consequences Bearing down on a feast of consequences It looks like we’re dining alone (GTR) Table for one for a word drunk poet, Losing my mind in a dancing flame, It kept pulling the strings the few strands remaining It just wouldn’t let me go We were running out of World, running out of hope, running out of resources We were running out of time, running out of space, running out of tomorrows If we only knew then what we know now would we have changed our minds, it was all about time we faced the feast of consequences Can’t walk away from this feast of consequences, Can’t ignore this feast of consequences

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