This lonely old man at heart,
Resting gray hairs,
On wrinkled arms,
With nothing but,
A stool to hold up his back
Skinny legs,
With Japanese mileage,
Crossed at the ankles,
He`s unaware
Maybe you`ve never seen it,
Maybe you`ve never been through it,
It`s the only way,
To understand it.
Unaware ,
Of his surroundings,
Youth in packs,
Swarming,
Like wolves to a fresh kill,
The scenic tracks,
He`s just scared,
About dying.
Maybe you`ve never seen it,
Maybe you`ve never been through it,
It`s the only way,
To understand it.
Save your clever statements,
Braid your severed view of it,
It`s the only way,
To understand it.
Too bad,
too bad,
too bad,
so sad
days have come to an end,
where all,
where all has been lost,
Maybe you`ve never seen it,
Maybe you`ve never been through it,
It`s the only way,
To understand it.
Save your clever statements,
Braid your severed view of it,
It`s the only way,
To understand it.