Awards Night Songtext
von Richard Walters
Awards Night Songtext
All my life leading up to this
Foreign in the street kids
While my mother and my father are watching it
Twenty nights say you′re twenty five
Thats the company line
But a lion's just a lion with the fight out of it
See me shake in my tired old frame
Borrow white suit
My eyes staring knives at you
Saying this is a war
This is a war
This is a war
Between my body and my heart
This is a war
Between integrity and art
Suck my blood
Get your teeth in deep
Theres some left in me
But I′m getting pretty old and I will cease to be
Do you hear
How the orchestra breaks
Every line of space
Every minute, every second that I put in place
See me shake in my tired old frame
Borrow white suit
My eyes staring knives at you
Saying this is a war
This is a war
This is a war
Between my body and my heart
This is a war
Between integrity and art
This is a war
Between my body and my heart
This is a war
Between integrity and art
This is a war
This is a war
This is a war
This is a war
Foreign in the street kids
While my mother and my father are watching it
Twenty nights say you′re twenty five
Thats the company line
But a lion's just a lion with the fight out of it
See me shake in my tired old frame
Borrow white suit
My eyes staring knives at you
Saying this is a war
This is a war
This is a war
Between my body and my heart
This is a war
Between integrity and art
Suck my blood
Get your teeth in deep
Theres some left in me
But I′m getting pretty old and I will cease to be
Do you hear
How the orchestra breaks
Every line of space
Every minute, every second that I put in place
See me shake in my tired old frame
Borrow white suit
My eyes staring knives at you
Saying this is a war
This is a war
This is a war
Between my body and my heart
This is a war
Between integrity and art
This is a war
Between my body and my heart
This is a war
Between integrity and art
This is a war
This is a war
This is a war
This is a war
Writer(s): Richard Walters, Aidan O Brien Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com