if the plot thickens
and the mystery deepens
then that is fine
it is only the insanity that i am keeping

the gospel that you spoke
almost made me blind
it could have been real
is sounded so kind

a little bit of drama
high heels and wedding bells
to be adored is fantastic
but sometime it turns to hell

all i am doing is,
trawling through the past
casting nets, wide and far
exploring corridors of my heart

less is more
less is tenderness
and less is what i adore

i am still flying solo
still here on my own
people believe in a relationship culture
but i feel its cover has been blown

looking at ourselves
in many different lights
the colours only tell us
that it is hard to be wrong or right

but if you noticed,
i was leaving for another field
you cannot graze
when the harvest will not yield