I walk about in borrowed robes
No home too close
No shore but sore
What is the peace that I have earned?
The beautiful sunset that just died
or the smiling lady by my side
The reality keeps poking my heart
For it’s the pay check slave that I must mark
I walk about in borrowed robes
on busy streets and empty shores
in posh cars and cracked souls
What is it to be sad?
The dollars lost or forgotten love
Both can be earned
But just one by one.
No satisfaction, the thirst never dies.
The world cries. The world cries.
I walk about in borrowed robes
Material matters I never earned
It’s the happiness which I borrowed from my peers
because they crib even in royal airs
The empty palaces n lonely cars
We all have got our scars.
The sea might look so magically blue
But beware, it’s all a farce.
It’s all a farce.