Always Late

by Standstill

From the album: Memories Collector

Duration: 5:59

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Lyrics for Always Late

The train has returned to motion I walk about the sidewalk and realize That I don't know where I'm going But I don't really care I care about the pictures on the wall there To know how a guy can actually dream Of more than what he has Even though I'm not the normal This gets somewhat uncomfortable for me So much that I think the train is going to make one stop To my original home Like everyone's But what if I'm one of those few At the dark side of the gate To be responsible for your miseries Is something I don't think anyone ever thought about before To much for a normal person to think about Everybody touches the same dirty dirt When the train stops in New York You know you met like this lady Who could have been excited about the city And cursed the country where you were from But your conscience is silent The weight of this responsibility Has passed over you And you choose to be more frustrated than excited You wash your hands with treated water And the more clean you are The more mistaken that you can be I don't put any meaning to it Because I don't want to lose my mind And it's up for me to know Anyway, anyway She tries to break down, to break down, to break down Anyway, anyway Hard to fade out, to fade out, to fade out Sometimes I'm carrying my conscience And it suddenly turns around to what it is Who had to break down, to break down, down Welcome to common land Welcome to a novice camp As I turn around Welcome to the latest plan Welcome to a father and As I turn around In my glass cold brain In our last trip frame It gets late to pray I can't forget In a shaking hand In my five good friend All I have to say And never knew when God I'm telling you right now Here comes the count Always late, always late Is it you all in my case Making every place Is it you all in my case The shine and the sea Don't tell me about good reasons Let me hear myself Anyway Tell me what's the question Don't tell me about good reasons Let me hear myself Anyway Anyway I'll bring them back Anyway, anyway Anyway, anyway, anyway

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