The horse with the wings never turned up for the party,
And I wonder how long until he comes looking for me,
So I wait in the room by the river, and I watch the world go by.
And I hear a girl cry and I notice the sound it comes from my own mouth,
And I hear your words "What have I done now ? What have I done now ?",
And I look to the wall and you look to the hallway,
And you say, "I'm sorry for whatever it is.",
And I feel myself groan cause I know I've lived alone with you here for years
now,
And the scratching of the metal as you're putting on the kettle,
Makes my skin crawl and I feel small,
And the birds they slip through the cracks in the glass,
And there's blood on the floor.
When will this day break ?
When will my heart ache ?
When will this day break ?
When will I find my place ?
Don't talk to me like I'm a shell you found on the beach,
And you put to your ear and you hear how clear I sound,
And you say, "Sing me a song," like I've nothing better to do than sing songs
for you.
And you hang me on the wall so I'm taller than before,
And I feel like I might fall but I don't.
I hang there quietly watching the life we lead,
Like it's a prize I could never win.
A sea, I could never swim.
When will this day break ?
When will my heart ache ?
When will this day break ?
When will I find my place ?
When will this day break ?
When will my heart ache ?
When will this day break ?
When will I find my place ?
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