The sad-eyed smiles and open wounds
Bled the night until it touched noon
And watched as the diamonds turned to coal
And waited for love to take its toll
The lake was a sea of tears
And quietly falling fears
That the night was the enemy
When in fact it was the day that needed reckoning
This might a waste of time
Shouting at the sky tonight
This might be a waste of time
'Cause we're the losing kind
Close your eyes, wipe the slate clean
Give yourself somewhere to hang your dreams
Faith is our favorite little lie
Because we give it water and get back wine
This might be a waste of time
Shouting at the sky tonight
This might be a waste of time
'Cause we're the losing kind
jbg
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