Art By Numbers Memoire Insuffisante
Fortune smiled and took him by the hand
You'll never have to worry
You'll never reach an end...she said
Times stretching you thin but the answers just around
the bend
Now patiently waits his turn to discover a truth
Behind doors newly opened to him
It seems that nothings promised
Another act yet still the same page he finds himself
Right back where he began
Only now with pockets worth of empty promises in his
hands
Pin it all on your scapegoats
Oh how misleading
They're surely the ones who cost you
Now that your dues are paid
Let complacency be the fire for your regret
Retrospect seems so familiar
With a feeling of despair
Holding on to the ground
Until the feeling you're bound to
Falling off the surface disappears
Retrospect seems so familiar
With a feeling of despair
Holding on to the ground
Until the feeling you're bound to
Falling off the surface disappears
Traces leading us
To an ends that did not justify the means
When you losses are cut
Is it more than skin deep?
We've created a way out now
When you losses are cut
Is it more than skin deep?
We've created a way out now
Retrospect seems so familiar with a feeling of despair
Holding on to the ground
Until the feeling you're bound to
Falling off the surface disappears
He counted each and every grain that trickled down
But long since overdue was the accounting of his own
Wasted wishing a past could be undone
