some are good
you know –
some tell lies
for some-
the world is slow

i could tell you a story
but,
it would be too sad to tell
i could write you a song
but that would be sad as well

saying things
you never really mean
sitting quietly
head hung in regret
escape back to reality

i am going to give it everything
just to try and make it work
however, it will either be regret,
or plain hurt

You Can Look Fantastic you can look fantastic you can be arrogant but so majestic but you are only fooling … More

god, slowly dripped out of the sky
and out there, somewhere, something knows
two thousand years of a religious icon
two thousand years of fear and rebellion

where is tomorrow?
has it had enough of today
the hand of destruction
crushes lives,
and it is only the super lucky –
who ever survive

so i leave the phone
love and leave me
saying, you are only young
and you have got to be free
i know that is true,
but i am totally shut out

here is a motto
if you think you are young
and if you have got a hard life

i do know,
why i bothered
i lived in a bubble
i know, from the start
that you would be trouble