Riding the Snake
I brush my teeth and comb my hair
My lonely neighbour called today
And asked me, has he gone away
I lied to her like I lied to him
I lie to myself about everything
Love, what is love?
Love, what is love?
Love is a time
Love is a place
Love is a season
Love is a case of love
Love is a time
Love is a place
Love is a season
Love is a case of love
And so my life repeats itself
Like rhythms in a drum machine
The one who was the one to come
And all of those who might have been
I cry fo
Grey Day
When I get home it's late at night,
I'm black and bloody from my life,
I haven't time to clean my hands,
Cuts will only sting me through my dreams.
It's well past midnight as I lie
In a semi-conscious state.
I dream of people fighting me
Without any reason I can see.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.
After eating I go out,
People passing by me shout.
I can't stand this agony
Why don't they talk to me?
In the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.
In the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.