Scoundrel Days

Artists : A Ha : Scoundrel Days

Was that somebody screaming?
It wasn't me, for sure
I lift my head up from uneasy pillows
And put my feet on the floor
Cut my wrists 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 steep hills
They're leaving me no choice

And see...as our lives are in the making;
We believe 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
And 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 soundrel days
And I'm close to calling out their names as pride hits my face

See...as our lives are in the making;
We believe through their lies and the hating
That love goes free through scoundrel days.