Staring At The Rain
Another thousand miles has passed heroic, we are nothing
If not stalwart, proud and stoic.
The treadmill is our great romance, throughout this life we've led the dance,
Too old to be the cutting edge, standing on this window ledge
Where troubled glazing frames us in a smoky lifetime's pane(!)
Should we give in to the carped demands of jealous time and tired old hands
Where the mighty fallen strew the path, you'd sell your soul to take a bath
And no-one likes your rude refrain
So they just leave you staring at the rain.
Emancipate us, don't recreate us, make an example, let us be a sample
Of something we've lost, of something to gain, is there somebody out there?
Staring at the rain.
The insects polka-dot the summer screen,
Spattered like the blood of youthful dreams...
And keeping time, a wiper blade
On my optimistic buoyed charade,
Ambition locked in dogged grind,
I'll... I'll search but I'll never find.
Forever I'll drive the middle lane,
Sick for sleep and staring at the rain.
Emancipate us, don't recreate us, make an example, let us be a sample
Of something we've lost, of something to gain, is there somebody out there
Staring at the rain...
It was way back when, in the Memo hall, it was grimmer than any fairytale could be,
I lost my naivety with my pride in equal parts,
I saw the flying glasses, I saw the one who always starts
But I wasn't scared - you know it kind of made me.
For a moment, I was willing them to fight me, I'm to blame
But it was obviously pointless, they were staring at the rain.
And they didn't want to pay us for the smack-heads and the flak
And the shitty smells that filled their salle de bain (it was a salle de bain)
So we left them burning taxis in a ritual unwinding
two hundred miles from home and staring, staring at the rain.
Emancipate us, don't recreate us, make an example, let us be a sample
Of something we've lost, of something to gain, is there somebody out there
Staring at the rain...
We've seen every shape every shift on the wall, seen every shadow rise, every desperate fall, seen the hands in the air, mouths open wide, liars and lovers across the divide. And all those years that went by in the blink of an eye in relentless pursuit of the flame, have passed us and left us with fireside tales as we stare through the windows at the rain.
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