[music: Santos/Coelho/Dias lyrics: Dias]
["None can determine how gifts are given. This song brings someone sighting his
own destiny. When everything conspires against our goals, each day it feels more difficult to believe in them, until we are finally sure
that those promised better days are nothing but wishful thinkings."]
[I - Lament]
Better days never come, they were not
meant to be
If laments could be heard
Then mine would sound like this
Better days never come, they were not meant to
be
They're manmade godlike gifts in a vein that can't bleed
I know these days won't come... I accept my fate
[II - Vessels
of Hope]
There's an ache to return
That keeps fighting in the mess
Now I'm all ashes to burn in my own
Hopefully getting
out of bless
Better days never come
They are manmade godlike gifts
Forget all emotions, so ephemeral certainties
Forget
all emotions, magisteries carved in tears
All degrees of suffering are smaller than desire
Poor soul of these, living for what
will never be
In this harvest we can only sow defeat
We're vessels of hope when the fiddle sights urging for more
Our joys are
tasteless
They're gone colour-blind to renewed promises
So quit your decrepit mirth
Leer upon my flair to make haste
A
feeling that chokes since birth
Virtual hazard encages the waste
Better days never come
They are manmade godlike gifts
You
need me around (those needs I repel)
To prove fate wrong (repenting the miracle)
But what's in store? (We could never
control)
In vain you hide the truth (get me wrong)
The unpredictable (grows me strong)
Flickering losses (speed up my
heart)
Better days never come