Fire & Foam
Fire and foam, young men grown old.
Listen to them rave and rant ‘til their grave,
while some others sullen, wait ‘til death is upon them
to launch out their cry, when their end is nigh,
whole worlds unfold.
Since the day you left, I haven’t grasped it yet,
there’s a place in my heart where it all ripped apart,
I haven’t clung to a hope or a home or a dream,
I haven’t felt what it meant to be parted or pulled or returned.
Come rolling thunder, let’s fall asunder,
in the blink of an eye, a long dream dies.
I haven’t felt what it meant, though my soul is rent,
I haven’t broken theses plans, though that world is gone,
I haven’t shattered the dreams, I’ve fallen apart at the seams,
you haven’t lifted the phone, told me to move on,
though it's been five years, I’ve not shed a tear,
though that world is gone, I go on.