One Small Day

If the stack is high against you and the hammer's coming down And the time that's yours lies heavy in your hands Oh, my sentimental friend, the fast much reach an end Lying face down on the cold stone and they give their all to you But their all is slipping through your hands Oh, my sentimental friends, your time will come again One day, where I didn't die a thousand times Where I could satisfy this life of mine, one small day One day, where every hour could be a joy to me And live a life the way it's meant to be, one small day How many times has it turned against you How many times will they walk away How many times have you let depression win the fight Oh, my sentimental friends, we'll walk as one again One day, where I didn't die a thousand times Where I could satisfy this life of mine, one small day One day, where every hour could be a joy to me And live a life the way it's meant to be, one small day Walk away, turned against you, walk away Turned against you, walk away How many times has it turned against you? How many times will they walk away? One day, where I didn't die a thousand times Where I could satisfy this life of mine One day, where every hour could be a joy to me And live a life the way it's meant to be One day, where I wouldn't feel my senses die Where nothing made me hang my head and cry One day, where I could see myself as others do Where I could feel the strength of love at hand One day, where I didn't die a thousand times Where I could satisfy this life of mine One day, where every hour could be a joy to me And live a life the way it's meant to be One day, where I wouldn't feel my senses die