Lyrics
Cross the line and erase any doubt
You walk the carpet until you wear it out
Listening to songs tearing at your heart
With every box you pack you feel like you could start
Crying at the feet of an angel who offers no mercy
Standing like a statue through the ages and you’re on your knees
CHORUS:
Sometimes you feel lucky
Sometimes you feel lucky
Sometimes you feel lucky
You still believe
Looking in the mirror, staring past yourself
Everyone is helpful but no one’s any help
And just like a ghost that floats above the floors
You glide down the hallway, through the automatic doors
These streets pretend to be an old friend, familiar and knowing
You have nothing else in common, save for where you’re going
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Say goodbye to the last guest leaving and the room is empty
Sometimes you just want to scream ‘til you break down gently
And now its years from then so little is ever said
To remind of the age to bring back the dead
Memory is a funny thing what it chooses to forget
The evidence of lives we’ve lived and the ones we haven’t yet
CHORUS