Danger
I’ve been told to expect it.
I begin my descent.
Down the cold granite steps.
And who could have turned among those I confide in?
I think that I know what I haven’t known yet,
‘Cause a week is a month,
and an hour a day.
When your reaching just pushes it further away.
With your past and your future precisely divided,
Am I at that moment?
I haven’t decided.
And stretching out into the sea… Aquitana
Is that what the prophet told me he saw?
You gave it to me but I really don’t want it
I came out on top by the luck of the draw
‘Cause a week is a month and an hour a day.
When your reaching just pushes it further away.
And what’s the return on the faith I’ve provided?
I think that I know now but I haven’t decided.
dont take another, dont take another, dont take another step.
dont blame it on yourself.
you lay on your brother while you’re sleeping.
you’ll wake up in the morning and be gone.
