Making Myths

[Verse 1]
Words lose their meaning at five in the morning
Feels like everything you say, you said it before
At least I've heard it somewhere before
Now it's almost light, I've picked my chance to go home

[Verse 2]
'Cause you're like Orpheus in his cottage
Convinced that you're the father of song
You're trying to charm everyone, but failing to realize
That your charm went with the morning
And you've been singing that song too long

[Pre-Chorus]
If you consider the song you'rе singing
I'm tired of asking you why
It's only a song

[Chorus]
It's hard to believе that it's been this way for so long
It'll be this way for longer than I'll know you for

[Verse 3]
Wake me up, you wake me up and tell me that my luck's run out
Killing wealth with the begging bowl
Dressed like St Peter in the robes I've stole
'Cause making myths is more important to me than having goals

[Verse 4]
I've considered it, believe me, I've considered it
How even the luckiest guy in the world
Sooner or later, he'll be dust and bone
And ordinary life will go on while he's lying under a stone
In the graveyard across the street from the house
Where his luck was born

[Pre-Chorus]
If you consider the song you're singing
I'm tired of asking you why
It's only a song

[Chorus]
But it's hard to believe that it's been this way for so long
It'll be this way for longer than I'll know you for
And it's hard to believe that it's been this way for so long
It'll be this way for longer than I'll know you for