At the hodung(?) river we sink like stones
See we got every minds and we got thick bones
Like a deck of cards shuffled in my hands
You wanna make plans that you can't understand.
See this race I run is a race I can't win
And there's a ghost in the attic been writing these songs.
And the truth is that I always try at the cost of everyting.
One day I see inside my faith throwing caution with the wind.
So I can pretend, I guess I was somebody else.
We were like gangsters gambling in the park
Said you're old enough now not to fear the dark
And oh the businessman he said that we are the same.
He said you're making a living now you can't complain.
Because the honest man he won't make it these days
And that's the way things are it's hard to explain
And oh the truth is that we always try to hide the way things are.
One day I rest here in peace at the bottom of everthing
So I can pretend, I never wanna end up this way.