War On A Feeling - Hostage Calm

Refused to find the stars aligned

In skies ripe for misleading;

Reserve them my contempt

And worlds behind their obscured lights

Confidence depleted

In hopes that you won’t find

Us retreating

The more I stalled

Suburban sprawl kept creeping ever closer

Forewarned though I had been

A family’s ware

So unprepared to cope with their confinement

It reminded me of the times

When I sit down and cry

And hope you find someone who won’t hurt you

As much as I know I do

«Twenty-five years down the line,» Means a hundred changing seasons:

Do you fear what might well pass?

It subsides, like how the better part of me dies

I’m missing what the days have been stealing

Staring up at the ceiling

Waging war on a feeling

Half-asleep machinery, the city’s always driving;

Shouldn’t you be too?

Motown, don’t it hurt to know

Your best days are behind you?

But that midnight oil still burns

It subsides, like how the better part of me dies

I’m missing what the days have been stealing

Staring up at the ceiling

Waging war on a feeling

Share an evening treat on a roadside near:

I go to watch things disappear

And we find time to wonder why things won’t feel right

(Without escape the hostage waits)

With drawn out wars on several fronts

You might find one worth winning

Do you fear what might well pass?

It subsides, like how the better part of me dies

I’m missing what the days have been stealing

Staring up at the ceiling

Waging war on a feeling

Waging war on a feeling

Waging war on a feeling