Screen of Days


Who are you? Why I’m not playin’ center stage?

I’ve been singin’ over you since you were half my age

And you are like a child stuck in a monkey’s cage

All spit and fury

And the hate and the rage

And we always say we turned a page

But the next chapter comes and it looks the same

So why could you wanna love, ‘cause it always goes up in flames?

Yeah, we fought a good fight

But not the good fight

CHORUS

I’d rather throw it all away,

If I can’t get my way

I’d rather blow it all to bits

If it don’t fit

Well, who needs love?

And what is fair?

‘Cause I’d rather smell the burning in the air

We sidestepped the war but not for peace,

For the game

Of me makin’ the world a better place by makin’ you go away

I guess we’re more alike than sane

And love is a stock exchange and war is a game

And we all ride in on a horse with no name until he gets famous

Would the war end, if I put down my charade?

Do I know you wouldn’t just take out your ten gauge, your grenade?

And if I put my arms out and step away, would you take the spoils and leave me no power?

When did we start to believe we were in charge of the hours?

CHORUS

I’d rather throw it all away,

If I can’t get my way

I’d rather blow it all to bits

If it don’t fit

Well, who needs love?

And what is fair?

I’d rather smell the burning in the air

Every breath is on loan

Every decision we make is either real or somethin’ fake

All of these hours and days and lies and lives and time is but a lost art on a float in a parade

And these battles are a lost ship in the sea of neverwas

When you pass from the screen of days,

Will you see my love in this maze?

Or will you lament missin’ the shot that would have put me in my place?

When you pass from the screen of days,

Would you see my love in this maze?

Or would you lament missin’ that shot that would’ve put me in my place?

When you pass from the screen of days?

Would you see this love in this maze?

When you pass from the screen of days?

Well, who needs love?

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