Twisted up by knaves in a trap for fools?

Is it in you now
To watch the things you gave your life to broken
Stoop and build them up with worn out tools?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Nothing gets so bad
A whisper from your father couldn\'t fix it
Your whispers like a bridge, he\'s a river span

And take all that you have
And turn it into something you were missing
Somebody threw that brick and shattered all your plans

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Time to get the seeds into the cold ground
Takes a while to grow anything
Before it\'s coming to an end, yeah

Before you put my body in the cold ground
Take some time and warm it with your hands
Before it\'s coming to an end, yeah
It\'s coming to an end

Do you miss the blend
Of colors she left in your black and white field
Do you feel condemned just being there?

I am not your friend
I am just a man who knows how it feels
I am not your friend
I\'m not your lover, I\'m not your family

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Time to get the seeds into the cold ground
Takes a while to grow anything
Before it\'s coming to an end, yeah