Looking Around
I would rather run
Than have this feeling overcome
But this is what it is to be alive
Did my best to keep away
Sorry for the long delay
Thought that I was bright
But I can't breathe for all this light
It's a little soon to speak of love
As if love is something I can speak of
Speak to me of coming home
Recalling what was always known
Sitting in my all aloneness
Anchored with a weight of groundless
I was always looking around, never seeing in
My father told me of a time
When his last bridge burned into the brine
Here he was an island in the flame
He did his best and sat so still
Smouldered like a flame until
Dawn arrived with heavy rain
Washed him cold and doused the pain
It's a little hard to speak of truth
When the truth is not what I have spoken
Speak to me of falling in
Remind me I'm a bird who sings
Sitting here with all these things
Surrounding me in rippling
I've been always looking around, never seeing in
All this time
I've been holding all this time
All this time
I was looking all this time
Turning
I would rather run
Than have this feeling overcome
But this is what it is to be alive
Always asking why
Got heavy need to read the sky
But what if there was nothing wrong
With simple words to write the song
It's a little late to speak of good
When good is all I've ever known
Sit me down,
Ring the bell,
Take my weight,
Hold me close
Close my eyes
Call my name
Make it known
What is felt
I've been always looking around, how do I see in