Red Blooded Years

In hindsight my red blooded years will offer nothing to learn
In lingering nightfall it's easier to see with no light at all

Rebuilding bridges still burning strong
Time to rekindle
What's gone is gone

No need to dwell on the face of the one
That runs with your shadow
Leave the suitcase
Lose the gloves
Save your warm hands for the shovel
Watching a landscape unravel we hear sleepers yawn
The most vigilant eyes will someday grow tired of waiting

It all comes from nothing
It doesn't matter that we're going nowhere
More a means than an ending

Fate hanging from a nail
So terribly beautiful
I beat myself up for too long
No one has time for my sorrow