Such a wonderful life

when it’s weighing you down

Are you in control?

The suburban reign always stays the same

Like the hollow smile cracking up your face
Take your battered soul, wear it as a crown

All that numbs you

Run a thousand miles, ’till you hit the ground

And days roll into one and the same on you

The world revolving around your spinning head
Make the fences high

Make the blinds go down on the world outside

Maybe the day will come

When you wake up not feeling anything

No more tears and no more pain
Take your bleeding heart, wear it on your sleeve

Stare into the sun, the blind relief

As the years roll into one, only numbers change

The world revolving around your spinning head
Take your battered soul, wear it as a crown

Stare into the sun, the blind relief

All that numbs you

All That Numbs You
Thomas Feiner & Anywhen

foto: bruno silva