Coliseum Lost In Groningen
Grown tired of the false praise.
Grown tired of trying to wait.
Left last on the beggar's plate.
(On, and on, and on).
These days it's assured to break.
These days there's a sign to face.
These days there's a role you fake.
(On, and on, and on).
I've found there's a simple way.
I've found how humility tastes.
Struck cold I can never shake.
(On, and on, and on).
These days it's assured to break.
These days there's a sign to face.
These days there's a role you fake.
(On, and on, and on).
That time, it's gone. I never felt it at all.
One day, I found it gone.
The place we lost. I never saw it off.
One day, it takes us all.
I'm lost in Groningen.
(On, and on, and on, and on, and on).
