Artist/Band:
Passenger
Lyrics for Song: Wicked Man's Rest
Lyrics for Album: Wicked Man's Rest [2008]
You can say I'm mad you can say I'm crazy
But I'm only as bad as the maker who made me
Sinner in the darkness, liar in the church
Deaf man's silence, sublime man's search
Tear-drop falling, memory recalling
Ghost in your dreams, and your secret recordings
Madman's match is a lump in your throat
Pea under your mattress, a hole in your coat
Singer with the sound down, winner on the comedown
Poet in an over coat looking for a suntan
On his birthday, prisoner on his first day
Tired of the new wave
I rise to meet you, as your trust dissolves to shame
All this innocence has turned and lost its way
Retrace your footprints, off the path on which I came
I'm the beast in you, the beast in me
Which way are we going
The doors close in an hour
And you can say I'm mad, you can say I'm crazy
But I'm only as bad as the maker who made me
Needle for the user, the pain in your chest
Beggar and the chooser, the wicked man's rest
Fear in the stuntman, sneer in the playground
Bottle in the hand of the dirty old drunk man
Leaf falling, Autumn calling
Dark clouds forming
I rise to meet you, as your trust dissolves to shame
All this innocence has turned and lost its way
Retrace your footprints, off the path on which I came
I'm the beast in you, the beast in me
Bite my nails, right down to the skin
Where one trust ends and another lie begins
Patch over holes in my weakened heart
Which angels hold and devils pull apart
I'm the beast in you, the beast in me
The bitterness, the jealousy
The part of you that never sleeps
Are you my angel?
Will we walk all night, through solitary streets?
And you hardly can imagine, what you've never had before
And the reason that your given still leaves you wanting more
And you hardly can imagine, what you've never had before
And the reason that your given still leaves you wanting more
I rise to meet you, yeah
As your trust dissolves to shame
All this innocence has turned and lost it's way
Retrace your footprints, oh, off the path from which I came
I'm the beast in you, the beast in me
The bitterness, the jealousy
The part of you that never sleeps
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