Position of Life
The delicate balance
of mature
worlds
left me here
left me here
The nature of silence
was to create a void
of nothing new
to me
But when I
opened my eyes
And the world was shining too bright
I shut them quickly
protect the iris
But I can
never
go back.
The Position of life
is so delicate
that all
I can do
is wait
Wait for something new
more delicate,
and precious,
than you
Hurricanes come,
and blow them away,
but you're still standing near.
Times pass,
and winters freeze,
but you're still warm.
The Position of Life
is so delicate
so nice,
but one thing
you must
know
The Position of Life
is well on its way
to becoming
the last of its days
So follow me 'round the bend
see what's commin' next.
Follow me further,
and you will see,
what will happen to you
and to me
The position of life
will change and
the position of life will
dangle to
new heights
and lows,
and there
we go's,
to knowhere.
around.
Three Two One.
Drop the carriage,
and see,
all that was meant to be
One Two One
And the circle goes square
and the pegs don't fit anywhere
Three Two One
And time slows goes
and we just grows and
Three Two One
The position of life,
is stinging my side
but I won't give up
now the time is not right....
To stop,
and look,
and the cracks in the pavement
there are more important matters
at hand
I cover much ground
and see the much 'round
done to me again.
Listen, and stop,
against advice
to keep movin'
and get to your
Position in Life.
Comments
Pit patter little raindrops keep falling on my window pane
the city calling me out into the night
with promises of pleasures and sweet delight
it's wrong
it's oh so wrong
but I want it
to be right
now you got me walking on the sidewalk
talking, moving, looking
stopping
farting like a dog
barking
now the raindrops keep on landing on my face like spelter
each one branding me
showing me who I am
...don't give a damn...
now you got me walking through the clubland again
looking through the smiles
each one a friend
none a dem none a dem
and this is
oh so
demanding
cause at night I have a million dreams and then I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take
me away from this vanity
from this e-fuelled
love and insanity
it's so wrong
it's so wrong it's so wrong
but I want it
to be right
now the day is coming
and the party people start their running home
and if they'll miss
being all alone
leave me out to dry
hang me on for a line and I'll tell you no lie
too much pressure is sending me
and the raindrops land on me
can't you see can't you see can't you see can't you see ?
I'm going under
I'm going under I'm going under
and I can't turn round
I'm going under
I'm going down
...
Pit patter little raindrops keep falling on my window pane
the morning calling me back to bed
hear wha him said
"You're going under and you can't turn round"
...
each flake of life
flowing through mi vein
mashing up mi brain
too much cocaine
...
Pit patter little raindrops keep falling on my window pane
the night time calling me out into the city lights
to wrong my rights
a million lights across the city burn bright
each one offering pleasure and delight
it's wrong it's
oh
so wrong
but I want it
please be right
is it any wonder
I'm going under
I'm going under and I can't turn round
Posted by: sw | January 13, 2005 10:08 PM