Вершы: Days Like These. Beneath The Surface.

Cold days in April
Were brought about by change in vain
Finding comfort in the falling of the rain
The rain

Cold days in April
Were brought about by rising tides
Finding comfort in the warmth
We hold inside, inside, oh

I find myself back home, I don't know how I got there
And it feels like I'm stuck, I'm stuck inside
But the only thing I know, and even though you don't care
Is that my world's prepared to die

Cold days in April
Brisk winds and chills in the air
Does it feel like anyone cares?
Does anyone, does anyone care?

I find myself back home, I don't know how I got there
And it feels like I'm stuck, I'm stuck inside
But the only thing I know, even though you don't care
Is that my world's prepared to die

No one can hear my screams of pain
In the silence of the day, the silence of the day
The echo of my call will haunt them
Until I'm dead, until I'm dead

I find myself back home, I don't know how I got there
And it feels like I'm stuck, I'm stuck inside
But the only thing I know, and even though you don't care
Is that my world's prepared to die

Cold days in April