lyrics
You know that feeling,
When your day is done,
When your head is heavy,
And you slip into a crowd,
That's marching home,
That's marching on home.
Through the bustle of the streets,
Children playing make believe,
A dirty mirror reflecting all your hopes and dreams,
Then a train of thought run over,
By a busload of disillusioned beings.
You said you'd try,
Another screams out "Why?".
The ride back home's a dirty mess,
Like the cobwebs in my head,
A radio singing songs of solemn hope,
Do we live to fight?
Or tell me do we fight to live another day?
You said you'd try,
A mother screams out "Why?"
Red wine and the setting sun,
I settle down with a city that's done,
Speak the words unspoken,
Toast "The day is done.",
Won't you wash it away?
Won't you wash it all away?
You said you'd try,
Oh won't you try?
credits
from
GOLD,
released January 29, 2020
Written, arranged & performed by Asela Perera
Electric Guitar arranged & performed by Nishan Daniel
Piano/Organ arranged & performed by Natasha Senanayake
Bass arranged & performed by Nishan Daniel
Drums arranged & performed by Manuja Kodikara
Percussion arranged & programmed by Nishan Daniel
Co-produced by Asela Perera & Nishan Daniel
Mixed & mastered by Nishan Daniel at Hitfactory
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