Leave No Trace

Release

A Fine Day To Exit

Figures

words & music : Vincent Cavanagh

Lyrics

Born to the glare around the senses
Spoofing reality infused
A new inherent, passive contentment
You are so easily amused
Here and now we are gone in a happy
Dream in the passage of time
Chances are fading, world isn't waiting
The moment is passing you by
Questions lie beneath the surface
The fools are fooled once again
A benign coincidence, we stole our existence
And gladly cast it to the wind
Here and now we are gone in a happy
Dream in the passage of time
Chances are fading, this world isn't waiting
The moment is passing you by
(...)
No future, no warning
(...) living, dying, (...), slipping into nowhere