Much of The Same

These words come from the heart,
Nothing spared for the art by the tale to be told,
Sing or else fall apart,
Sing or find yourself splattered all over the road,
The road...

Could you bear these memories?
Your reflection's your enemy.
Who could bear these memories?
My old face staring back at me...

Oh, there is so much left to say,
There's no end to this story,
You've told me you're sorry,
But that doesn't help with the pain,
And oh, what you been up to these days?
'Cos I've given up thinking,
To spend my time drinking,
And falling for girls on the game,
And much of the same...

In a manic old trance,
How I dream that we dance in the sand 'cross the skies,
More from habit than chance,
You keep haunting me,
Flashing in front of my eyes,
My eyes...

Could you bear these memories?
Your reflection's your enemy.
Who could bear these memories?
My old face staring back at me...

Oh, there is so much left to say,
There's no end to this story,
You've told me you're sorry,
But that doesn't help with the pain,
And oh, what you been up to these days?
'Cos I've given up thinking,
To spend my time drinking,
And falling for girls on the game,
And much of the same...

Could you bear these memories?
Your reflection's your enemy.
Who could bear these memories?
My old face staring back at me...

Oh, there is so much left to say,
There's no end to this story,
You've told me you're sorry,
But that doesn't help with the pain,
And oh, what you been up to these days?
'Cos I've given up thinking,
To spend my time drinking,
And falling for girls on the game,
And much of the same...

Much of the same.