• It's days like these that get to me
    A window of horror and opportunity
    Blown away, in proportioned
    Followed in the footsteps of decision
    Hold your head up, they bellow on
    Singing towards the sky lit dawn
    Carry on, carry on

    Jokers weep and kings they laugh
    Queens may wear the merry mask
    Princes slash and ladies peek
    All into the cupboards keep
    Heroes, villains, lonely people
    Couples that will always dance in vain
    That lost love of a solo refrain

    Habits break upon the rising of the sun
    Oh how you wish you were the only one
    To pull apart the doors of fate
    Whilst we sit upon a lonely gate

    Hands grab at many places
    Catching demons, fears, and faces
    Tears of millions, they fall in such haste
    They miss the landmarks that were placed
    To keep the soldiers who lay at bay
    With bags of hope for their stay

    Carry on, carry on
    The princess cries
    On the lap of a million butterflies
    Do not toy with all but one
    Oh how you wish you were the son.