This Is... - Titiyo

These are the hands of a tired man

This is the old man’s shroud

These are the eyes of the blood crazed tiger…

Staring at the maddening crowd

This is the face of a teenage mother

This is the child she bears

This is the soul of her broken lover

Searching for the smiles she shared

These are the feet of the punished pilgrim

And in his book of punished love

Tou see his eyes

You see no surprise…

Waiting for a lie that’s true

Everybody hits you with this feeling

Nobody seems to understand

You stop, you look…

You’re searching for the meaning

Wasting your life away

These are the dreams of a sleeping father

And in his long lost days

He sees a child…

He sees his eyes…

Waiting for the price he’s paid

These are the tears of a fallen idol

And in his smile of shattered love

You see his eyes…

You see no surprise…

You just see lights then realise

Here with you

No one here but you

No one moves but you

Nobody touches like you

You…

Nobody moves like you

But everybody hits you

Everybody knocks you down

These are the feet of a punished pilgrim

And to the book he prays

You see his eyes

You see no surprise

You just see lights then you realise