Lyrics

I wanted to think
I had this appeal
Like I was a lightning bolt
You’d catch in your hand
This was the way
I’d want you feel
If I were test you all
And sing “My Way”
Instead I just keep

Pressing the stone
Pressing the stone
Lifting up the beautiful ones
The ones that we want to be but we don’t
They rise to the top, they ride on machines
They tore us apart, you didn’t, Love.
Just waiting my turn
Suddenly sunset comes and
Black sky follows soon
If I would have turned around
I’d count so many faces that I
Couldn’t stop the break downs or the falls
Following the latest fashions if I recall
Manifesting this paradox
of common experience
when we can all just sing along
Why can’t I feel it?
Manifested my aftertoughts
To fit in a simple tune
cruel as it is that’s not enough
To say what I need to
Pressing the stone
Pressing the stone
Lifting up the beautiful ones
The one I once was destined to be
I fell from the stars, and bought their machines
But it wasn’t me, it isn’t me.


And now that I know
that there were no feelings involved
(I couldn’t be sure)
It helps me to start
The pulling away
I didn’t connect
I couldn’t persuade
Left the bon’ with swallowed pride, first in line to be let out and led astray
First to answer any call
That might be the answer
Though they pick upon my bones
What they want is_the_machine
What they’ll find is marrow

Manifesting this paradox
of common experience
If we can all just sing along
Then why don’t you feel me?
Manifest all I ever could
To sing with intention
cruel as it is that’s not enough
To get your attention