Trish Murphy
Soul's Day
Sitting in a graveyard,
Smoking cigarettes,
Talking to the tombstones
And reading their regrets.
Some people to relate to
And so it goes around.
You dance and sing and greet them
And you're still hanging round.
Echoes in the hallway,
Voices in your head.
You can't get off the freeway
And you can't get out of bed.
You left the baby crying
On the kitchen floor.
You left the water running
So you can't hear no more.
So sure of the magic
Anything you say.
The shadows in the twilight.
The dead will have their day.
So sure of the moonlight
And the dying sun
The shadows in the twilight
And your day has begun.
There's a full moon in broad daylight
Too early for the sky.
Let this be a lesson
If you start to wonder why.
And the necissary angels
Are punching out at 5.
They're finished with the day shift
While you are still alive.
So sure of the magic
Anything you say.
The shadows in the twilight.
The dead will have their day.
So sure of the moonlight
And the dying sun
The shadows in the twilight
And your day has begun.
Well January's coming
And you're snowed in for good.
And you never should have done it
But you did the best you could.
And now you say it don't matter.
That you're standing last in line.
Well all your dreams are shattered
And you're running out of time.
Twilight is upon you.
It's too late to be afraid.
Nightfall, it will find you
And the shadows all will fade.
And the Devil's just a shadow
Of the things you didn't do.
Of the riddles, jokes, and cobwebs,
Tangled up in you.
So sure of the magic
Anything you say.
The shadows in the twilight.
The dead will have their day.
So sure of the moonlight
And the dying sun
The shadows in the twilight
And your day has begun.
From Paroles Mania