Tired Eyes

Tired Eyes - The Trophy Fire

Grey town square with towering walls

Where exit seems like something in a tale

In a factory where machines push and pull

And you stand there silent with your hands

At your side

Masquerade hide your face tired eyes

Tired eyes

Pub downtown where solace seems tied

So tightly to the bottom of your glass

You ask yourself is work the measure of a man

Is there color to have to hold

Masquerade hide your face tired eyes

Tired eyes

Masquerade hide your face tired eyes

Tired eyes

Masquerade hide your face tired eyes

Tired eyes

Stuck against the rails

Your spirit's frail tired eyes

Tired eyes

Stuck against the rails

Your spirit's frail tired eyes

Tired eyes