The Dead Years

I swallowed my pride so we could sort this out, but now I'll fucking spit it out!
I'll fucking spit it out

All I see is you, it's that pale stare, it's your steps, it's your hands, its that name
I could feel it in the air
You tread a fine line, left a family bare, between the drinks and the lies
I could feel it in the air

I was outnumbered with a pain I could not share, these words like vultures
I could feel it in the air
Put my body in a box, life ain't that fair, the dogs are after me
I could feel it in the air

Yeah, yeah can you feel it? Yeah, yeah can you feel it?
Yeah, yeah can you feel it?
Yeah, yeah I can feel it in the air

Don't tell me these dead years will hold me back!
From nothing I'll fight to keep my life intact!

Yeah, yeah can you feel it? Yeah, yeah can you feel it?
Yeah, yeah can you feel it?
Yeah, yeah
It's what you say, what you say, what you say
It's what you say, what you say, what you say
It's what you say, what you say, what you say
It's what you say, what you say, what you say
To let every word bend into my skin, to make me heave through anxious lungs

It's everyday, everyday, everyday
It's everyday, everyday, everyday
States change but your words remembered, sight repressed but I can't stop them

Not today, not today, not today
Not today, not today, not today
Maybe I'll change in time, to learn my place, to read the signs

We collect these vices in time (vices in time)
These are words you'll find beneath the surface
Where bones rot and lies they die
As you shake the fears that daunt