it was a cold walk to work
the morning was silently cold
enchanted by smiling faces
i fit in this jobs mould
laughs and theories spilled
the day was a gentle joyous start
sharing skills and ciggaretes
with no thoughts of things coming apart
three screaming ambulances came
in utter agony two young men left
their hands were crushed beyond belief
their skills were stoled by wounds of theft
when i returned from uncomfortably gig
a silence had cloaked the factory floor
no one spoke of the guilt and concern felt
todays events couldn't be left at the door
the last to leave factory of despair
and as i closed the mourge of dreams door
two cars remained to remind us each
nothing good of this day could come anymore
it was even lonlier as i walked home
empty stores sang of the empty day
there was no one at home waiting for me
no one to hug and take tears or fears away
dinner tasted severly bitter
the bed felt cold and lonely
lying awake at 3am there were none
to stop me from thinking if only
the morning was silently cold
enchanted by smiling faces
i fit in this jobs mould
laughs and theories spilled
the day was a gentle joyous start
sharing skills and ciggaretes
with no thoughts of things coming apart
three screaming ambulances came
in utter agony two young men left
their hands were crushed beyond belief
their skills were stoled by wounds of theft
when i returned from uncomfortably gig
a silence had cloaked the factory floor
no one spoke of the guilt and concern felt
todays events couldn't be left at the door
the last to leave factory of despair
and as i closed the mourge of dreams door
two cars remained to remind us each
nothing good of this day could come anymore
it was even lonlier as i walked home
empty stores sang of the empty day
there was no one at home waiting for me
no one to hug and take tears or fears away
dinner tasted severly bitter
the bed felt cold and lonely
lying awake at 3am there were none
to stop me from thinking if only
tuesday...