These are simple days
I know how they start
And how they end
Sometimes a thought
comes to mind
I've been true to myself
Avoiding no questions
Forging solutions
And giving them time
I don't run and I don't hide
From my days of wondering
and my nights of longing
Or from the noise silence makes
In the last hour of the day
I haven't had much to say
And it'd do no good
If I'd decide to try
It's been a difficult time
to everyone after all
I've been careful
Roaming haunted corners
and corridors of the mind
Painting shadows on the wall
I don't run and I don't hide
From my days of wanting
and my nights of faltering
Or from the sense it all make
In the last hour of the day
And if it breaks my heart
It is also my saving grace
Just to know how much
difference the truth makes
In the last hour of the day
