from the 2004 mini-album 'Snapshot'
James Hollingsworth
James Hollingsworth
June 22, 2007
No more will I take pleasure, in the little things
I will scatter James, to the Four Winds.
No more will I take notice of, and play along
With an easy heart, untroubled games
It's true I never saw this was coming
But I knew that in my heart, it would be harder
Than nothing I had ever conceived
And all I could do was to sing:
Goodbye to the life, never say farewell to you
Cruel Fate wields the knife, cut off from all that I do
And it gets harder, the further that I go
And it won't be long, 'til I'm always wrong
And I sing my Swansong to you
No more will I be crying in the wilderness
But you'll never guess, where I'll be intead
No more will I be laughing, In the face of all
Like I'll never fall, looking blind... but I'll see
The act was a logical conclusion
'til I bowed out from my stage, without leaving yours
Struck dumb without any cards to play
And without any will left to sing:
Goodbye to the life, you know I can't call out to you
Resigned to the knife, to the root from which I grew
Can it prune harder? Or deeper than I knew?
Seemed to take so long, to get back home
And sing my Swansong to you.
