Besedila: Jessie Baylin. Not A Day More.

This afternoon has grown as cold as the hand i've been given
No warmth and never good light, instead...
The dreary hour's always apon me
Freezing up my home
Towering above me like a god-less sky

I can't go on like this
Not a day more..
Pouring all i have come to know
Into open hands that are still somehow closed...
I can't go on like this
Not a day more..

This is a shape of love
Jagged in a way its love...
the one that cuts, you're leaving room
For me to still go out and find some
Take control and leave behind a part of me thats still attatched to you

I can't go on like this...
Not a day more
Pouring all i have come to know
Into open hands that are still somehow closed
I can't go on like this
Not a day more

I know..
You are not enough
I know
You are not enough
You put me in the state of mind of someone else
Who i've looked at through their broken eyes...
Begging
Does everybody know...?
Does everybodt know
This face?

This afternoon has grown as cold as the hand i've been given
No warmth and never good light, instead...
The dreary hour's always apon me
Freezing up my home
Towering above me like a god-less sky...

I can't go on like this...
Not a day more
Pouring all i have come to know
Into open hands that are still somehow closed
I can't go on like this
Not a day more