Another Blow On The Bruise
Gavin Friday Lyrics

Twenty years ago I was just a boy.
Looking back, I think about how young and inexperienced I was back then, twenty years ago.

Time goes so slow when you're havin' fun.
Even though I had fun, time always seemed to be moving very slowly.

My favourite stars are out tonight.
The stars in the sky tonight are beautiful and are pleasing to me.

So I feel somewhat justified, another excuse to confuse, abuse and forget myself.
The beautiful stars make me feel like everything is alright, which sometimes makes me feel justified in being careless with myself and forgetting who I am.

Here I go... now I know... show me the river to drown all my sorrows.
I am ready to go and drown all my sorrows in the river.

Another blow on the bruise, another blow on the bruise.
This action of drowning my sorrows is just another way of hurting myself.

One touch of darkness and you know where you are. for this is my, true friend... and you know old friends are the best friends 'cause they know just who you are.
When surrounded by darkness, you are aware of your location. But it is my true friend and the knowledge that old friends know who I am that comforts me.

They take you to a place where you can hide your disgrace and leave you all alone... swing low. Wing high... my friends I never cry.
Old friends can take you to a place where you can mask your mistakes and be by yourself. I have learned not to show my emotions to my friends.

Way down... deep low... to the place where we must go... another blow on the bruise. another blow on the bruise.
We must all go to the deep, dark places in ourselves, which can be painful and hurtful, like this action of drowning sorrows.

I'm just the once upon a time man, inviting you to a dream of mine. so welcome, you come now?
I can be seen as an old-fashioned storyteller, inviting you to join me in my dreams.

But just take your time and when you go back with those stories you gotta tell, just remember my heaven is another man's hell.
Take your time, and when you eventually leave with stories to tell, remember that what seems like heaven to me could be someone else's hell.

The door is always open, the door is never closed and the story is never told.
I am always welcoming anyone with an open door and no judgments, and the stories will never stop being told.

You can take me in, throw me out, cut me up, shut me out... nothing you do or say will change my ways.
No matter how you treat me, or what you say, I will always remain true to myself.

I've been there before and I've come back for more... so ya all gotta sing... singalong now Swing low! swing high! my friends I never cry.
I have endured many difficulties in the past, but I've always come back for more. Despite that, I never cry in front of my friends.

Way down! deep low! to the place where you must go... to the place where you must go. another blow on the bruise. another blow on the bruise.
You must go deep down into yourself, even if it hurts, and confront your problems. This action of drowning sorrows is just another way of hurting yourself.