Lyric Scoundrel Days

Was that somebody screaming
It wasn t me for sure
I lift my head up from uneasy pillows
Put my feet on the floor
Cut my wrist on a bad thought
And head for the door
Outside on the pavement
The dark makes no noise
I can feel the sweat on my lips
Leaking into my mouth
I m heading out for the steep hills
They re leaving me no choice
And see...as our lives are in the making:
We belive through the lies and the hating
That love goes free

For want of an option
I run the wind round
I dream pictures of houses burning
Never knowing nothing else to do
With death comes the morning
Unannounced and new
Was it too much to ask for
To pull a little weight
They forgive anything but greatness
These are scoundrel days
And I m close to calling out their names
As pride hits my face
Woah!
See...as our lives are in the making:
We believe through their lies and the hating
That love goes free through scoundrel days

I reach the edge of town
I ve got blood in my hair
Their hands touch my body
From everywhere
But I know that I ve made it
As I run into the air
And see...as our lives are in the making:
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes through
Through scoundrel days