If the stack is high against you And the hammer's coming down And the time that's yours lies heavy in your hands Oh my sentimental friend The fast must reach an end One day
Lying face down on the cold stone And they give their all to you But their all is slipping through your hands Oh my sentimental friend Your time will come again One day
One day where I didn't die a thousand times Where I could satisfy this life of mine One small day One day where every hour could be a joy to me And live a life the way it's meant to be One small day
How many times has it turned against you? How many times will they walk away? How many times have you let depression win the fight? Oh my sentimental friend We'll walk as one again One day
One day where I didn't die a thousand times Where I could satisfy this life of mine One small day One day where every hour could be a joy to me And live a life the way it's meant to be One small day
One day where I didn't die a thousand times Where I could satisfy this life of mine One day where every hour could be a joy to me And live a life the way it's meant to be
One day where I wouldn't feel my senses die Where nothing made me hang my head and cry One day where I could see myself as others can Where I could feel the strength of love at hand
One day where I didn't die a thousand times Where I could satisfy this life of mine One day where every hour could be a joy to me And live a life the way it's meant to be One day where I wouldn't feel my senses die Where nothing made me hang my head and cry
