FICKLE SPHERE !

In go the knives, around again
no one else to talk to but your rich hippy friends
the bitter truth is always pain and when this summer ends
my life begjns again
dont throw stones when your whole life is glass
you'd love to be a bum, but a bum would never grass
let's break the ice of yet another lie
i could never see the you
behind those broken eyes
we only run from that which is dear
so on and on you veer, inside your fickle sphere
your stone walls are made to hide behind
you can't play give and take
because give and take requires kind
out of the tempo now you can believe your right
I could'nt give a wow! if a storm would crash your flight
now all is cleared, i made the grade
you can know all is safe insideyour hollow grave
the pigeon died, and flew on it's side
a white canary takes the stand beside your spirit guides
dont throw stones when your whole life is glass
you'd love to be a bum, but a bum would never grass.

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(c) S.Watts.