The Restless

by Horrorscopes

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released 27 November 2012

Re-mixed by Brian Cranston Han (Hans)

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Track Name: The Restless
Wake up now
Tonight’s on the plate for taking
And a life, if we make it
Fight the eyelids from shutting
To envision the moment
A feeling we’re after
What to do for the hours that are moving like minutes
And the minutes to seconds
Into the late afternoons
Past the howling of moons
Well the days go by faster

The night’s a restless crawl
And soon our eyelids fall
But will we all wake up on time?
Will we all wake up inside?

Sipping up on their old cold ways
Got none for the choosing
Behind the masks of what lies as elegant n fake
Just a face for the using
High up on the roof
Where the eyes may gaze
Tip toe-ing at the edge
On the corner of doubt and sweet summer blaze
We fall back to bed

The night’s a restless crawl
And soon our eyelids fall
But will we all wake up on time?
Will we all wake up inside?
Track Name: Conundrum
Savored in a fashion
Paint it up on billboards
Take apart the lusting fame
Rendezvous in secrets
Feeling with a passion
Who is going to feel the pain?
Tell them with your riddles
Tell them with your puzzles
“Am I just a mouse in your maze?”
Fixated on an ending
Where cat and mouse are friendly
But the children will not play
They say “oh what would you like?”
“What will you make?”
Yet nothing ever seems the same
They tell you
“When you grow older then you’ll understand
That not everyone has their way”
Goes On and On and On
Who’s playing in the back field?
Sixteen fillings
To tame the tantrums
Only the desperate eyes will play
Deceitful yet precious
The treasures, your fetish
A lie that you still entertain
Caught in between,
A nylon of dreams
Inside a world that was of yesterday
Sentimental touches
Quick romantic brushes
Felt within the change in age
They say “oh what would you like?”
“What will you make?”
Yet nothing ever seems the same
They tell you
“When you grow older then you’ll understand
That not everyone has their way”
Goes On and On and On
Who’s playing in the back field?