Déjà vu

I

I see houses

Rows and rows of coffins

Lives unscripted

Worlds full of losses

And then I get this feeling inside

That I’ve been here before

And when I try to hide

I end up crying on the floor…

I see black clouds

Tumbling and crashing

Innocent eyes filled

With hopes in ashes

And then I get this feeling inside

That I have been here before

And when I try to hide

I end up crying on the floor

I am empty from the pain

That I am back here again

Still nothing to offer

An empty hollow coffer

Full of wasted tears

Full of wasted years.

II

I see blue mist

Flowers at the equinox

Truth runs fleetingly

Escapes like the red fox

And then I get this feeling inside

That I’ve been here before

And when I try to hide

I end up crying on the floor…

I see your face

Scarred with my love

I ruin beauty

With the things I sing of

And then I get this feeling inside

That I have been here before

And when I try to hide

I end up crying on the floor

I am empty from the pain

That I am back here again

Still nothing to offer

An empty hollow coffer

Full of wasted tears

Full of wasted years.

III

I see red suns

Setting over mountains

I see black smoke

Steaming from highways

And then I get this feeling inside

That I have been here before

And when I try to hide

I end up crying on the floor…

Worlds  on fire

Spitting on all of us

Consequences roosting

Hindsight’s deep cuts

And then I get this feeling inside

That I have been here before

And when I try to hide

I end up crying on the floor

I am empty from the pain

That I am back here again

Still nothing to offer

An empty hollow coffer

Full of wasted tears

Full of wasted years.