Twilight falls of gods and men, The shadow stalks the fields again, The broken glass, the broken hand, The broken song of the wedding band, Treacherous as yesterday, You lose your focus, fade away, Faithless as the ocean change, You left me standing in the rain. She says...
Why, Is this my life, Why, Is this my life, To walk the knife?
Awoken by the mission bell, They're burning books in the cathedral, The night is black, the sky is red, Rain comes crying around your head, Pick up the pen and you take up the fight, Throwing yourself against the wall of the night, Preacher told me 'bout peace and love, Now he's looking at me down the barrel of a gun.
Why, Is this my life, Why, Is this my life, Why, Is this my life, To walk the knife?
And every star that falls Is a soul waiting to be born, But if love is for the bleeding heart And work is for the poor, Tell me who will build the house, Who will welcome you at the door?
Twilight falls of gods and men, The shadow stalks the fields again, Innocence dies on a city street, Lies broken like a doll underneath the feet, Hold my head and you lift me up With the bitterness of your empty cup, Shine like a blade, let me know where you are With your eyes full of diamonds from the evening star.
Why, Is this my life, Why, Is this my life, Why, Is this my life, To walk the knife?
