living by the printed page the landmarks of the age i find a coat that s poorly lined handed down from time to time waiting for the sun to shine standing here amidst this crowd and wondering aloud i find a joke that s poorly timed thinking back to simpler days of waiting for a life to change no one can take this away from me the martyrs and madmen i learned of in school will remember my name some things are never the way they seem bury our centuries wasted regrets and remember this reign waking from the weary gloom the din of empty rooms i find a poem poorly rhymed and waiting for the walls to fall i m stunned by the failure of it all no one can take this away from me spellbound in anger my heroes have failed to remember my name some things are never the way they seem bury our centuries wasted regrets and remember this reign it s only water falling down it s only water in my tears it s only water drowning me it s only water for all these years and waiting for the walls to fall i m stunned by the failure of it all no one can take this away from me the martyrs and madmen i learned of in school will remember my name some things are never the way they seem bury our centuries wasted regrets and remember this reign no one can take this away from me spellbound in anger my heroes have failed to remember my name some things are never the way they seem bury our centuries wasted regrets and remember this reign