She plays me music to feed my soul, doesn\'t care how much I earned this week in gold, not even fussed if I\'m messy or smelly
All that matters is we are breathing, no expectations or need to talk! Just give the odd sounds and let things rock, waiting for the moment a door is unlocked.
In hope it stays open and I see what\'s under my nose, before I lose the other side with a face of unknown.
They say you can cut it off despite the mask, I wonder when I\'ll learn not to take everything to heart.
As it\'s me against me on this old cobbled path, looking for no exit!
Knowing all will end to begin again.