Martyn Bates - July Late Afternoon | Текст песни

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Although they have passed by,
all those years they have not gone forever.
And I'm shaken to watch as they rise
again and again
To take me to days to places that fall harsh together
To swallow and steal me and call me to task once again

When all was waiting there for me
like a curse that I breathed by,
Ah, the thought never occurred to me
that the curse could not be mine...
I know the thief that is stealing the prize
And all those days seem like a dream
shot with lies

Although it's long gone by
all that time's somehow damningly present
When I cannot shake clear of this grip
that claws down my name
And I damn myself strike myself down
just for being wherever
Everything's wanting
to start to live on, to live once again

And all is waiting there for me
like a trip wire solely mine
And the thought never occurs to me
The curse cannot be mine
I know the thief that is stealing the prize...
And all those days seem like a dream
hard with lies.

I know the thief that is stealing the prize...
And all those days seem like a dream
hard with lies.