The lives were takenFor feasts at the tableA life of
He arrived on the sceneWith no past and no futureHe
I was walking down the streetWith my old friend LukeAnd
Well you're not, you're not who you think you areWell
Some people I know have given up on their livesDrowning
Between every man there is a divisionNobody ever seems to
Please don't look at me this wayI am from the
He wasn't looking for a pretty faceShe wasn't searching for
Looking at you now, you seem just a shadowYou had
They were guardians of the breathTrusted with those precious chancesKeeping
There was a time when there was nothing at alNothing
Sometimes I'd like to go to bedWith a hundred women
Spare a thought for the soulsWho cannot leave this earthThe
Messing around I've wasted my time for yearsListening to friends
Is there a difference between yes and noIs there a
» More on Jones Howard