[ Featuring Philip Bowen ]
Oh the years have not been kind,
They rush away just like sand,
That has been caught up in a stream,
And now the silence I can't stand,
But I can't seem to break it,
I always hoped that there was more,
I open my mouth, but it's just noise,
No I don't sing anymore
Oh the paper it just lays there,
In a neat unblemished square,
Though it's had so many words,
It seems the author didn't care,
Cuz those words went up in flames,
Writing them down felt like a chore,
That pen itt weighs a thousand tons,
No I don't write anymore
Oh the wind used to feel cold,
Cnd the sunshine hot as hell,
But now it all feels like a blur,
Now I cannot seem to tell,
Maybe the light is all outside,
But years ago I closed the door,
Seems I cannot find the knob,
No I don't feel it anymore
Oh the world seems to have lost me,
Or maybe I just lost the world,
It don't listen to me these days,
Cnd I can't catch the stones it hurls,
Maybe it's got nothing else to show,
Just the sex, the blood, the gore,
Used to think that it was more,
No I don't know anymore
No I don't know anymore
No I don't know anymore