Choking

Choking on these words

You can leave now

Oh, haven't you heard?

You can leave now

We stand there like statues from different cities

Both warriors of the same war

Both victors of our territories

Why do I feel so small?

Oh you've got it all figured out

What will be will be

Fine work from a sailor's hand

Who's always running away

In between all your complex ideas

Found out how love should be

When you get the time to feel anything

Anything real for me

Oh you've got it all figured out

What will be will be

Fine words from a sailor's son

Who's always running away

I don't want your sympathy

Don't quote me another phrase

I understand all your philosophies

But it hurts me just the same

Choking on these words

You can leave now

Oh, haven't you heard?

You can leave now