Through the turmoil and the tinfoil
I could wait my early life
I can see you in the darkness
And I’m running through the night
I recall a silver morning
When your face had turned to gray
You were standing right before me
But I missed you every day
Though you never said you’re sorry
I forgave you even then
But I feel inconsequential
In the current state I’m in
But I’ll try to keep on living
Through the nauseating gloom
And I’ll try to keep on digging
Wretched past I will entomb
Though you never said you’re sorry
I forgave you even then
But I feel inconsequential
In the current state I’m in
Through the turmoil and the tinfoil
Just the way it used to be
But I have the strength and I will learn
How to fly on broken wings
Though you never said you’re sorry
I forgave you even then
But I feel inconsequential
In the current state I’m in
