I fought my feelings and got in the way,
Could've been easier like a decade of days.
Projection, young marriage, lighting the stage,
I wanted feelings, that got in my own way. Oh!
Then wrote that letter that had nothing to say,
Staccato vision like a kingdom of days.
All lonely, or not lonely, century away,
But still a vision as if help's on its way. Oh!
Someone, who will lead you to someone,
Who will lead you to someone.
Who will lead you to the one,
At the end of the century.
The air is clearer a decade away, Oh!
Singing to a mountain, that was empty all along.
All lonely, young marriage, lighting the way, Oh!
She wanted feelings that got in her own way. Oh!
Someone, who will lead you to someone,
Who will lead you to someone.
Who will lead you to the one,
At the end of the century.
Someone, who will lead you to someone,
Who will lead you to someone.
Who will lead you to the one,
At the end of the century.
Someone, who will lead you to someone,
Who will lead you to someone.
Who will lead you to the one,
At the end of the century.
A century, how long is that?
Three billion, one hundred and fifty five million,
Nine hundred and seventy three thousand, six hundred seconds.
Eight hundred and seventy six million hours,
Or thirty six thousand, five hundred days.
Almost as long as one of those endless dark nights of the soul,
Those nights that never end. (A century)
When you believe you'll never see the sun rise again,
When a single second feels like a century. (A century)
A century
A century
A century
A century
A century
A century