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The mirror shows whatâs in front
And also whatâs behind
It takes more than bottled water to purify a mind.
Poisoning the school of reason
Whatâs in it for me?
Tuning into instinct is where I want to be.
Home is where I start each day in comfort and with ease
Weâve been blowing the horn of plenty
Now weâre blowing that horn away
Hereâs my card in this wall of sound
I find I canât listen
To suspect and unwritten laws
Something must be missing.
The sandâs fine in the hourglass
The mirror states the case
The spirit in the three-piece suit
Has ochre on its face.
Blues in a dusty railway yard floating from an old tin stack
We fly beneath the radar and then we double back
We spread our limbs and hope to find
Things that bring relief
But thereâs no gain from the gentle rain
If the roots are small beneath.
I know youâve been crying though you say nothingâs wrong
You think that I would be long gone if you cannot be strong
We scrape and deal for what may count
Even though it wonât
Well some run dry and some get high
And some tell you they donât.
- Album:
- Returning Fire
- World