This is it
If you're looking for
Something well now you've
Found it something to
Talk about, a bit of
Melodrama
But not enough
To drown in it...
Here we are (ha ha)
It's everything that
You'd ever want
And more
If this won't inspire
Then what will?
A crisis close to home
But not inside
Your front door.
So tell me...
What's wrong? It's not even your problem but you're
Here again, well it's not like you to be so tongue-tied?
I can't feel sorry for myself, when there's no-one to blame.
Try to concentrate
Swimming backwards through
Abstract shards of thought
Butterfly nets and
Spears of biro ink
Strangled on paper where
They're netted, and caught.
Keep your egde
Your at your best when
The nerve's raw and exposed
You only hope that
From this height they can't
See through you
And can't read the words you wrote
So tell me...
What's wrong? It's not even your problem but you're
Here again, well it's not like you to be so tongue-tied?
I can't feel sorry for myself, when there's no-one to blame.
I think that might have just been it...
I think that might have just been it...
I think that might have just been it...
So tell me...
What's wrong? It's not even your problem but you're
Here again, well it's not like you to be so tongue-tied?
I can't feel sorry for myself, when there's no-one to blame.
THIS IS IT