The Trophy Fire — Tired Eyes lyrics

Lyrics

grey town square with towering walls where exit seems
like something in a tale in a factory where machines
push and pull and you stand there silent with your hands at your side
masquerade hide your face tired eyes
at the pub downtown where solace seems tied so tightly
to the bottom of your glass you ask yourself is work
the measure of a man? is there color to have, to hold?
masquerade hide your face tired eyes
stuck against the rails your spirits frail tired eyes