Lletres: Hoosiers (The). The Trick To Life. A Sadness Runs Through Him.

People are puppets, held together with string.
There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him, as he asked me to pray to the god he doesn't believe in.

Time and again boys are raised to be men: impatient they start, fearful at end.
But here was a man mourning tomorrow.
He drank, but finally drown in his sorrow.

He could not brace up his tension.
He looked in the wrong place for redemption.
Don't look at me with those eyes; i tried to unheave the ties: turn back the time that drew him.
But he couldn't be saved: a sadness runs through him, through him.

Time and again boys are raised to be men: impatient they start, fearful at end.
But here was a man mourning tomorrow, who drank, but finally drown in his sorrow

He could not brace up his tension.
He looked in the wrong place for redemption.
Don't look at me with those eyes; i tried to unheave the ties; turn back the time that drew him.
But he couldn't be saved: a sadness runs through him, through him.

Don't look...Don't look...Don't...Don't
Don't look at me with those eyes; i tried to unheave the ties: turn back the time that drew him.
But he couldn't be saved, no, he couldn't be saved: sadness runs through him, sadness runs through him, sadness runs through him, sadness runs through him, sadness runs through him

(Thanks to sam for these lyrics)