Tod Doyle and The Troubled - These Days

These days are different
The waves are not the same
The trickle of hope inside
has gone and run away
its all about yourself now
and whether your willing to play
Because these days are defferent
The waves are not the same

So what will i do
And what will i say to you,

Its the thing that you will leave upon your windowsill
Its the feelings that you scratched upon your wall
Its the image of the eyes of all the people living high
the people from your past will never fall

The people in this room
are all but just the same
you can call them your family
if they stop you from going insane
if blood is thicker than water
then its blood that we have made
Because these days are different
the waves are not the same

Its the thing that you will leave upon your windowsill
Its the feelings that you scratched upon your wall
Its the image of the eyes of all the people living high
the people from your past will never fall

But now well take a train onto the foreign land
with tickets that weve made just from the dust
But now well take a train onto the foreign land
with tickets that weve made just from the dust

These days are different
The waves are not the same
The trickle of hope inside
has gone and run away
its all about yourself now
and whether your willing to play
Because these days are defferent
The waves are not the same