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Quite early that morning |
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Was awake long before that beep sound (beep) |
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Outside my window there was a fire or could it just be the sunrise I |
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never had known |
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I met them that morning, I had nothing to hide |
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But the death of my Brother and the past of my life |
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Was ready to fail, I was ready to die |
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But all that I got was a tear in my eye, tell me |
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How would you consume me my father |
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Would I reach in despair, see the hate in her face |
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Then be ripped into pieces and fed to her man |
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Was paralysed, scared of my inner world |
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Rebuilding my hope, then seeking a way to get through |
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I stumbled back home, so sure, but I did not understand |
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Had a picture of her and her father, she was holding his hand |
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In my kitchen the butcher, in the bedroom a child |
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I wasn't aware that the judgement was mine |
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She lay a hand on my forehead and told me to sleep |
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She just might have seen a child within me |
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Kind of |
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Paralysed, scared of my inner worlds |
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Rebuilding my hope, then seeking a way to get through |
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Why do I wish to forget all these things |
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that still, long after lives on in my dreams |
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I was |
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Paralysed scared of my inner worlds |
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Rebuilding my hope, then seeking a way to get through |
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to you... |
