a fine day Hey, hey, such a fine day Hey, hey, it?s a fine day I?m glad to see you headin? my way Hey, hey, a fine day Hey, such a fine day
Long way from home, nowhere to go What made the river so cold? The sweat of thoughts trickle down my brow Soaking and stinging my eyes Tell tale signs
? Coming down against it all Didn't want it, didn't need it, didn't want it Twisted face of fading beauty Count the cost of suffering Cannot see the day
piss Dead heads lying in the corner Staring at me, making me feel bad I put my hands up to my eyes But the holes in my palms let me find a way To corner
horizon lies a dream for you and I This tranquil scene is still unbroken by the rumors in the sky But there's a storm closing in, voices crying on the
these feelings flow Trample on bodies, bodies in holes of faith Times I've asked the lord for forgiveness while kept under a spell of a sweating
the glare of the senses Spoon-fed reality infused A new inherent passive contentment You are so easily amused Here and now we are gone in a heartbeat A
it safe would it save me I'd like to get some rest now if I can just ignore the truth scratching at the window this time I got to make a move ego (inflammation
Seeing is believing but I don't want to know Walk on through the wasteland, I just can't let go Face down I just break down when I see you cry All the
I think I found a way to understand why I couldn't see what was happening The fear overcame me I took a trip on the inside, I took a trip on the inside
pride Tomorrow is a fine day to die Now the morning advance from far east Now the sun breaks through dust clouds and haze Now a forest of spears appears
But what a fine day for a parade What a fine day for a parade What a fine day for a parade What a fine day for a parade ...
loud with pride Tomorrow is a fine day to die Morning advance from far east Now the sun breaks through dust clouds and haze Now a forest of spears appears
's going to be a fine day tomorrow it's going to be a fine night tonight it's going to be a fine day tomorrow it's a fine day, people open windows. they
with pride Tomorrow is a fine day to die Now the morning advance from far east Now the sun breaks through dustclouds and haze Now a forest of spears
Long way from home nowhere to go what made the river so cold the sweat of thoughts trickle down my brow soaking and stinging my eye tell tale sighs and
down down For all of the old old days She's thinking of it now It's nice to get away But what a fine day for a parade She stays up mending curtains
Übersetzung: Anathema. A Fine Day To Exit.
