Life In 12

This life…

No one can say something new

Under the sun, all the fools they come wanting you

 

Come now, I’m out on a limb

Are we still dust in the wind?

This madness or pleasure, it’s destroying my treasure from you

 

And I’ve been walking too slow

And I’ve been thinking too low

 

Into a mourner’s pit we will fall

There’s danger in the streets

All the blossoms and trees drag along

 

And I’ve been walking too slow

And I’ve been thinking too low

Release me, Relieve me

 

And I won’t take this as meaningless

And I won’t take this as a mindless plea

To save me

 

Remember the words of the wise

You dance in the hope of your lies

And with a weapon you choose

You’re preparing to lose all that’s good

I’m preparing to lose all for you