Content
Content with solitude,
Comfortable distance,
But I want a little more,
Push back the resistance.
Fragile and wasted words,
Did they mean nothing.
Tell me if they held some truth,
Can’t deal with the fronting.
So just let me know,
When all this is done,
Maybe only then,
Will I see the midnight sun.
I don’t really want to stay,
Don’t really want to go,
But come on, follow me through,
I’m sick of lying low.
Haunted by a life of pretense,
Where all is not as it seemed?
Deprave me to such an extent,
Shame – I had believed.
Comfortable distance,
But I want a little more,
Push back the resistance.
Fragile and wasted words,
Did they mean nothing.
Tell me if they held some truth,
Can’t deal with the fronting.
So just let me know,
When all this is done,
Maybe only then,
Will I see the midnight sun.
I don’t really want to stay,
Don’t really want to go,
But come on, follow me through,
I’m sick of lying low.
Haunted by a life of pretense,
Where all is not as it seemed?
Deprave me to such an extent,
Shame – I had believed.