The Light, the Fire - Novelists FR

Your eyes tend to remind me so frequently\nThe cold and distant light of these heavenly bodies\nI know too well that I’m the only one to blame, I’m sorry\nI knew where we’d be led but I just kept walking\nNow, I see the light, the fire devouring the coal\nNow I’m used to singing with the monster I’ve become\nTo dream of the gold in the river\nOh, the nights have become longer to stand\nAnd the dawn is harder to wake each day\nThese nights have stolen the best, e\nAnd what is left should never be yours\nI’m fading with the gleam of a far-off firmament\nMy soul weeps an ocean I can’t seem to drain\nI’m drowning in these waters\nSink as deep as I can sink\nI know too well that I’m the only to blame\nI’m sorry\nI knew where I’d be led\nI’ve spent my whole life\nDreaming of a brighter light\nBut I doubt you can ever realize\nThat all these songs to call-off the jinx\nMight be everything this world has left me\nNow, I see the light, the fire, devouring the call\nNow I’m used to singing with the monster I’ve become\nTo dream of the gold in the river\nOh, the nights have become longer to stand\nThe dawn is harder to wake each day\nI can’t seem to live with these dreams of you\nFuck!