[Beggar:]
I think of the days
I was thrilled by this road ahead
When the moment won over what was to come
Not afraid of the distance but the distance afraid of me
Everytime I made it there I found nothing
The distance was gone
Now, I don't wanna fade
But I ain't gonna run
I'm resting my head on these stones
God, what have you done to you and me
I'm tired of scaring the future away
No road ahead, the fire is dead
Father don't you see in front of you
Is what the chase has left of me
If only they told me
What the kerbside was hiding away
Where the angels from high street didn't want to go
And a heartbeat is forced
To resign to the glory of a commonplace
I am jaded
[Blackwell:]
I don't wanna see what's becoming of me
Here's a bit! Then spare me this sight now…
Cut it out I'm tired of the future myself
[Beggar:]
I don't wanna fade but I ain't gonna run
I'm resting my head on these stones
God, what have you done to you and me
I'm tired of scaring the future away
No road ahead, the fire is dead
Father don't you see
In front of you is what's left of me
[Blackwell:]
God and glory torn to pieces
No no, it's just the spirit of the times
I'm drawn to a flame that won't release me
Release me!
And I see a thousand who wait in line
[lead guitar: Sascha Paeth]
[both:]
I don't wanna face what I ain't gonna stand
I'm resting my head on these stones
God, what have you done
Look at yourself! I'm tired of scaring the future away
The dark road ahead, the fire is dead
Father don't you see what you have made of me
