And why are we always dreaming of disaster
So long in the place we should run from
And when I, when I have forgotten
When I have forgotten the act to stand and sing
So long in the place we should run from
Duty, who's your master?
It tells me I'm not wrong to stay so long
(So long)
At the ceiling of the room
When we pay our dues to disaster with some loyalty?
Who gave you to me?
Well, it's dying to leave, alright
All seized up and wretched and baying blue hell
Who gave you to me?
For so long
So long for so long
When we live our lives so careless and so comfortably?
We sleep in the place we have slept for so long
For so long
And I wasn't so drunk that I didn't hear you dreaming
One finger of the truth that wears no ring
And when it's work is done
So long in the place we should run from
So long in the place we should run from
And when its work is done and we ought to just pick up and run
And why do we always dream of disaster
So long in the place we should run from
I will raise up, raise one finger
O but underneath this song, I can hear another song
I'll tell you why I wore it for so long
And the stitch of my smile has come undone
So long in the place we should run from
So long, for so long
Who gave you fingers?
