Sanoja: Colours Run. Cynical Wonderful. Scars.

It's going to be the last time
I remember where I was born
For I'm going to lift my wounded eyes
From the playgrounds and the lawns
I don't know why I hang around
Now all of my friends have gone, gone

So why not tear it all down
Slip this skin, and I could carry on
But it's hard, hard
To shake off your scars
When they're all you are

It's going to be the last time
That I recollect your face
For I'm burning all your photographs
Going to hide what I can't erase

I don't know why I grieve so
Cos you were dead before I left
So why not burn them all down
Slip this skin, and I'd be cast adrift

But it's hard, hard
To shake off your scars
When they're all you are

And I'm just lonely
Now that no one owns me
...Yeah

So why don't you pull your covers up
And sink into your TV
There's no pain you can't kiss away
In the bed of a memory

Yeah, I could tear this wall down
But without hope, I know I won't get far
And what is life but a flag to haul down?
Because it's hard, hard
To shake off your scars
When they're all you are
Yes it's hard, hard
To shake off your scars
When they're all you are
...Yeah