Limbo

In between the rose bush the road and the rubbish I remembered the question of being Of how I wanted it to feel There is everything in me but it's forgotten I've been here so long looking or living or sitting That the furniture starts to breathe And what question is there when we are here losing it Drifting between the flowers, the road and the rubble Days like this are the wildest way To tame the flames To get the head to higher Heavy is the head That wants to get lighter Do days like this hurt the head Or do days like this help Do days like this hurt the head Or do days like this help In an ideal world There won't be a breath in between To say what it is you have seen Do days like this hurt the head Or do days like this help Its someone else's stone Someone's grave unknown Under church bells churning Someone's heavenly wedding song It's the wish of the weak to stay still It's the will of brave to go higher Do days like this hurt the head Or do days like this help In the house of fifty divorced morning men A different man in every stand Every bathroom mat another one Every morning at the same torn carpet corner The same stone faces coming round the house bend This time It's me or them The journey worsens Candle burns Until we meet ourselves again Cursing Our Divine love lost friends Do days like this hurt the head Or do days like this help Do days like this hurt the head Or do days like this help I fight the freedom Hiking to get higher Heavy is the head That wants to get lighter Do days like this hurt the head or Do days like this help Do days like this hurt the head or Do days like this help Working is the wildest way to tame the flames To dance with the fire Wild animal Climbing your walls Daily Failing Feeling sick She doesn't care Ever asking to go higher Do days like this hurt the head Or do days like this help Do days like this hurt the head Or do days like this