Bell Jar from All Tomorrows by Daymoon

Once it was the dark of night,
Alleys with cobblestone
The foggy winter, not one soul,
The emptiness of wasted time
Hours spent alone with a leaking bottle,
Words bleeding from my hands,
The fast fast candle a state of mind,
And pain a shade of black and red

Days screamed between the nights,
And nights were waking pain
My soul was pinned on the edge of dawn,
Stretched along these endless hours
I lived in a dome, fed on childhood milk,
The air to stale to breathe
Complete isolation, yet I found my voice,
Left with nothing but a past of lies

All that we learn is bound to be wrong
Cause winds always turn
There's more than one song

3000 miles south from my home
I built a country of my own
Customs and speech become relative
When you understand that we're alone
Human nature's not beautiful,
But accidental as the rest
Nothing new expect to find,
It's all the stale air of domes

All that we learn is bound to be wrong
Cause winds always turn
There's more than one song

Later I learnt that the dome is made of
Confining memories
Learnt to forget the past
To breathe a stronger air
Maybe this ain't true, babe
Maybe it ain't as nice,
Maybe real-world colour is close to
grey, and the inner eye seeks for more

All that we learn is bound to be wrong
Cause winds always turn,
There's more than one song
All that we learn is bound to be wrong
Cause winds always turn,
There's more than one song
When human voices wake us up,
We drown anyway...

• Progressive Rock
• Regressive Rock
• Rock
• crossover
• prog
• Portugal