Beleaguered and tired I fell far behind
in a marathon race to the truth
Turning around for the very last time
as my feet lose their grip of the roof.
Seeing it clearly play right at my eyes
in a line from the a to the end
All the way back to the first apple bite
at a rate that outpaces the pen.
I wasn’t working and stomachs were churning
as she held a grip to her grace
Tossing and turning all sleepless and hurting
as plain as the lips on her face
Dodging and weaving I fell into thieving enough
to keep creditors gone
А tragic and gory Dickensian story in a 21st century song
Bridge:
Is simple raw energy accompanied by poverty
enough to bring the tension to amends?
Cause when our karmic frailties are judged before inequity,
then how can my recovery begin?
Verse:
When it’s all over they pay off the closer
and the key’s locked away in a drawer
It goes unspoken the family’s broken
we still have to go to the store.
It can be shocking when lawyers come knocking
and threats can turn quickly to chains
She left discreetly but not so completely
avoiding the legal embrace
Beleaguered and tired I fell far behind
in a marathon race to the truth
Turning around for the very last time
as my feet lose their grip of the roof.
Pride and illusion has caused the intrusion,
but she knew it would all along
А tragic and gory Dickensian story in a 21st century song.
