Melancholy

The friction of emotions Rubbing up against a broken heart Hurts like hell But hell is just a graveyard. And even though the seasons change The leaves come back Each and every year If time's illusory in construct Then all I have to do is sit back and wait The fabric of my mental anguish fades if Yesterday is to blame I'm coping in my own ways With laughter and abundant faith That you'll come back I see you as clearly as always A beacon of hope to anchor me there I can't pause time So I'll just mind mine Until the shackles of death fall from us both If time's illusory in construct Then all I have to do is sit back and wait The fabric of my mental anguish fades if Yesterday is to blame I'll be trying To be who I'm dying to become To be there You keep waiting I'll keep praying To be there If time's illusory in construct Then all I have to do is sit back and wait The fabric of my mental anguish fades if Yesterday is to blame The fabric of my mental anguish fades if Yesterday is to blame