The Trophy Fire
Текст песни Tired Eyes

Grey town square, with towering walls
Where exit seems like something in a tale
In a factory, machines push and pull
You stand there, silent
With your hands at your side

Masquerade, hide your face,
Tired eyes, tired eyes

At the pub downtown, where sorry seems
Tied so tightly, to the bottom of your glass
You ask yourself, is work for a measure of a man
Is there color to have, to hold?


Masquerade, hide your face,
Tired eyes, tired eyes
Masquerade, hide your face,
Tired eyes, tired eyes

[Guitar solo]

Masquerade, hide your face,
Tired eyes, tired eyes
Masquerade, hide your face,
Tired eyes, tired eyes

Up against the roads
Your spirit's frail
Tired eyes, tired eyes
Up against the roads
Your spirit's frail
Tired eyes, tired eyes.