Mr. Alec Bowman_Clarke - Patience Lyrics

Patience; a lie, an act, you're a moth
Fighting a fly, all odds are off
Wait a while, try to not be
The kind of man they're all saying you seem
Dust down your wings, head for the light
Pack up your things, you're leaving, tonight
When you're next to nothing, with nothing to lose
You get carried away; patience, the truth.
When you live long enough with the lies in the play
Reading your lines wears thin
Takes its toll, your heads in a hole
Cracked where the light should come in
So shed your skin, swallow your pride
Close the doors, it's safer inside
When you're next to nothing, with nothing to lose
You get carried away; patience, the truth.
From the bed that you made up for one on the floor
It's hard to remember what you fell down here for
The paint on the ceiling, the stains on the wall
Are prices worth paying for one more curtain call
When you're next to nothing, with nothing to lose
You get carried away; patience, the truth