"Cheer me up with words I recognize"
Quotes she would knit, mending fractured time
Outside, a raging afternoon breaks through the sunlight
Lurking, ticking with time
"Come rescue me from my point of view"
Slowly.
- 'Cause when we got nowhere to go
We're vulnerable to "I've been doing alright"
Then spend a lifetime covering
Things we believe
We still have reasons to hide.
"Slowly I've grown to hate your smile"
And to depend on "It's a different day, tomorrow"
And cut down demands of hangin' around just killing time
Now every phrase he tries to say sounds like a headline
Aging in front of her eyes
"Come rescue me from your sympathy"
Slowly.
And now we've got nowhere to go
So what is wrong with "I've been doing alright"?
These pending lives just won't begin
To cut the stream
Of thoughts we'd like to rewrite
Like "Slowly I've grown to hate your smile"
"Well, if we got nowhere to go,
Keep hanging on to 'I've been doing alright' ".
Just killing life and disbelief
With cheap poetry and friendly bottles of wine
"Slowly, I've learned how to stand your smile"
The hours seem to breed
Things that we can not defeat
In the fiction we would like to live
Made up quotes that feed your ear
With the things you'd like to hear
When the only place you'd like to be