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THE BRINK
I forgot what it was that I came here to do
I can’t really recall much at all
I think back and retrace every step every pace
But it just doesn’t help
No it just doesn’t help
No it just doesn’t help me at all
On the brink on the edge of a realisation
That all was not quite as it seemed
Someone once chose to christen it civilization
These meaningless lives
These meaningless lives
These meaningless lives that we lead
And the smell seems slowly to worsen
Like those long
Like those long and so lost missing persons
Like those long lost missing persons
Hand me that oxygen pass me that mask
Revive what is left of my dubious past
My pulse it is quickening
Quickening ever so fast
I don’t even dare to believe
I can scarcely bear bear to believe
I can hardly bear
I can hardly bear to believe
That it might
That it may
That it could that it might
That it just might just even possibly last
Pass me that oxygen hand me that mask
Revive what is left of my dubious past
My pulse it is quickening ever so fast
I don’t even dare I don’t even dare to believe
I can scarcely scarcely bear to believe
I can hardly bring myself to believe
That it might that it may
That it could just possibly last
Hand me that oxygen pass me that
Hand me that oxygen pass me that
Hand me that oxygen pass me that mask
Revive what is left of my dubious past
My pulse it is quickening ever so fast
I don’t even dare I don’t even dare to believe
I can scarcely scarcely bear to believe
I can hardly bring myself to believe
That it might that it may
That it could just possibly last
Hand me that oxygen pass me that
Hand me that oxygen pass me that
Pass me that oxygen hand me that mask
Hand me that oxygen pass me that
Hand me that oxygen pass me that
Hand me that oxygen pass me that mask
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