Story Behind The Song
Just sort of wrote itself one day.
Song Description
Singer songwriter style song about getting to a point in your life and reealizing that you're all alone.
| Song Length |
3:17 |
Genre |
Pop - Easy Listening |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Heartbreaking, Gloomy |
Subject |
Garbage, Cocaine |
| Similar Artists |
David Gray, Counting Crows |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
When there?s nothing left ? there?s no confusion
When it?s all a lie - there?s no belief
And there?s a peace in emptiness
Even failure offers some relief
Like St. Peter when the rooster crowed - Like Judas rolled over for a bag of gold
There?s nothing left to feel or reason to be afraid
Like St. Peter when the rooster crowed - Like Judas sold out for a bag of gold
There?s no one to be strong for and I have been betrayed
I have been betrayed
Death like a shot of heroin ? Warmth and calmness rolling through my veins
Drowning all these frantic demons ? Sooth and saturate my brains
Rid this haggard, tired body of a wounded soul that could not heal
Next life, place it just a little deeper and cast it in a shell of steel
And there?s a peace in emptiness ? Even Failure offers some relief
When there?s nothing left - there?s no confusion
When it?s all a lie - there?s no belief
And there?s a place ? that you just end up
Man, you?re thinking it?s all wrong
But once you?re in there ? It?s so familiar
Like you knew it all along
Like St. Peter when the rooster crowed - Like Judas rolled over for a bag of gold
There?s nothing left to feel or reason to be afraid
Like St. Peter When the rooster crowed ? Like Judas sold out for a bag of gold
There?s no one to be strong for ? And I have been betrayed
I have been betrayed