Текст песни In The End. - Deacon Smith

Maybe in the end we were the Renaissance
Our wants had much outweighed our means
And I don't mean to be so flaunting
It just makes better songs
And am I wrong to have an output
I pawned the other outlooks I could book
In hopes that hope would spawn
And all of a sudden it feels awful to give a bless you when somebody yawns
No flaws are needed to be blessed
The show goes on
The thawing, slow and aching
Hands no longer shaking
Brawn is brandished brazenly
The lake evolved from creeks and ponds

The fawning, making sure the pressure's on
The dawning of the day where painted caves foretold the ruins
Grave and gone

I was a ghastly image, staved in
Praise you for your strength in saying it first
We weren't pulling our weight
We gave our best
And now we know we can get better

Getting used to my bed's breadth
Lungs bruised, breath refreshes

I'm interested that I spoke of grief before the heap had nested
Invested thought, but action lagged
The toads had hopped
Preemptive, sad, predestined
So many paths and roads to take us where we went
Dented, chipped, and crested
Hatches did their jobs, now let them rest, it's
Sad to see them go
So long, good luck
May fear be low
I hope your boat is rowing fine
Refined your lines
Remotely posed

Repose in proper posture
Roster's closed
No need to foster ostracizing
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