Life was so grand,
Now without passion.
Alone here I stand,
Without any fashion.
Naked like kings,
From a child’s book.
I sit and sing,
Every word fuck.
Each day apart,
Feels like one.
Neither end or start,
Has any fun.
Give it back to me,
When I would awake,
On all 7 seas,
A journey I’d take.
Where I would go,
Was up to the wind.
As it would blow,
I’d follow in kind.
And wrap with the leaves,
A circle on sand,
Until the soft breeze,
I could hold in my hand.
This is when things,
Were better then great.
I’d fly with two wings,
And swallow my fate.
Now I sit and sing,
The same old thing.
A song broken, and lonely.
Loosing its beat slowly.
If I should die,
Like a gale in storm.
Tell me a lie,
Like a rose to its thorn.
And water my roots,
Dealing all the cards suits.
To play out my hand,
Wherever I stand.
So I could not take,
Love for granted,
And give up the hate,
Wherever I’ve landed.