Scoundrel Days
A-haWas that
It wasn't me for
I lift my up from uneasy pillows
Put my on the
Cut my wrist on a
And for the
on the
The makes no
I can feel the on my
Leaking into my
I'm heading out for the steep hills
They're me no
And see... as our are in the
We through the and the
That love goes
For want of an
I run the wind 'round
I of houses
Never else to do
With comes the
Unannounced and
Was it to ask for
To pull a little weight...
They but greatness
These are scoundrel days
And I'm to out their
As hits my
See...as our lives are in the making
We believe through their lies and the hating
That love goes free through
scoundrel days
I the edge of
I've got in my
Their hands my
From
But I know that I've it
As I run into the
And see...as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
Through scoundrel days
The narrator hears a scream (possibly the sound of a soul loss, a death) - and brushes off the idea that it was the sound of his own soul dying. He leaves his space of comfort and decides to investigate his motives, actions, feelings. The consequences of this and the path in front of him are the "bad thought" that stings and starts to ebb the life from his body ("cut my wrist"). He crosses the threshold to a dark world as he ventures into the darkness of his soul. ("Head for the door.")
https://www.lyreka.com/song/a-ha-scoundrel-days-lyrics/#thought-2929