The Bravery - The Spectator

LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang

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The birds are up when he collapses through her door

Spilling out in constellations on her floor

Soaked in liquor he is soft as bread

And everything that's left in him to beg her to his bed

He is a nocturnal always alone

They all speak in secret codes that he has never known

In this world but not of it so he watches from above it

A visitor here, this is not home

I am the spectator

I can see the world passing by from here

And I am just a child to a man

back to the dust where I began

I was never even here at all

I am the spectator

I am the spectator

His eyes like two cats scratching in his head

Begging him for sleep starving for a bed

But sleep it never comes so he ticks the time away

Hour after hour hear them play

The bells go

Chime, chime, chime

Ticking, ticking time

Chime, chime, chime

Ticking, ticking time

I am the spectator

I can see the world passing by from here

And I am just a child to a man

back to the dust where I began

I was never even here at all

I am the spectator

I am the spectator

I am the spectator

Chime, chime, chime

Ticking, ticking time

Chime, chime, chime

Ticking, ticking time

Chime, chime, chime

Ticking, ticking time

Chime, chime, chime

Ticking, ticking time

I am the spectator

I can see the world passing by from here

And I am just a child to a man

back to the dust where I began

I was never even here at all

I am the spectator

I am the spectator

I am the spectator

I am the spectator