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behind the couch in the room in the basement,there lies an electric guitarwound the same way from five hundred years agorust fills the battle scarslong to scream to a silent crowdso soft and abrasive, embarrassed and loudholding the truth no one else was allowedignoring the day to day.a car in the driveway staining the gravelbeneath it the blackest of blackwas a soldering gun, was a miracle tonicbut now it can never grow backall the parts that you lost through indifference and pride.tell me who has been taking who for a ridesetting the course for the rest of your lifefrom freedom to the day to day.but when you're too young to pine for the good old timesand too old to run away at the first sign of change,throw up your hands because everything fadesexcept for the day to day.beneath the archway that holds up the ceilingthere stands the love of my lifethey say compassion turns to pity and passion into comfortbut she's got better things to do with her timeand honest to god, i don't know what i'd doif something were ever to happen to youSongtexteso let this build the bridge connecting the twothe future to yesterdayand we'll watch summer grow into january lowsas the calendar falls down from the wallwe'll open our hands and try to embraceeven the day to day. Aus Songtexte Mania