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Better This Time 

Aurouze - Thinking of Flying


It's the quiet hum in an empty room 
It's the feeling the walls are closing in on you

It's a masked face when you haven't a clue 
And a troubled smile feels like a burden 

It's easy sorrow on a hungry day 
It's the sand in your hand that you can't wipe away 

The door that's closing when you wanted to look 
It's the pull and the push of the biting words 

I've been gone for a while now 
And maybe I'll be better this time 
I will play down the rough breaks 
And play to the bright lights

It's the past you give up when it's not good enough 
It's the way you give in and let the dream end 

It's what you would be if no one got in the way 
Until there's no point to try they've got it in for me

 
It's the sorry that you never believe 
And you need another hit to roll with it 

It's hard to lose 
So you shorten the fuse 
We mislead, outwit, change the rules 

It hurts for a while but you live with it 
The ugly truth is we pretend to forgive 

It's when they handed out a second hand copy 
A stamp cut sloppy 
Too torn to rematch 
Try something dangerous it might light a flame 
It feels late to wake from this 
Still 
Moments hold promises 

I've been gone for a while now 
And maybe I'll be better this time 
I will play down the rough breaks 
And play to the bright lights