the messenger Lyrics

Do you remember when the days would end

Only when we gave the word?

We kept a distance from prophetic walls

So aware, yet immature

You spoke of things I couldn't comprehend

Though I know just what was meant

And, through the rearview, I can finally see

How the time was really spent

A blind nostalgia's all that remains now

Aren't you better off without me?

Palms on your eyes

How the mirror tells no lies

Hands on your ears

When the messenger is near

The broken man lies beneath the feet

Of each force who claims a piece

To trade, or simply let the burden go

He's worth three keys and a stone

You never come to the source, 'cause you see nothing of value here

The future's merely a thought, so exploit all of the prior years

The ball remains in your court, but this isn't where the game should stand

And though I'd flinch at the fist, you've yet to offer out your hand

The seabird comes for the neck, how I feel it tightening its hold

That which you would never see, 'cause you'd only care if it's your own

It's a joke

It's a joke

But I know

Yes, I know

That

You're better off without me