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The Statue

This is my attempt to write something Peter Hammill-ish (singer, songwriter - http://www.sofasound.com/lyrix.htm):


I always find I lose myself when I'm around you
Unable to think of the right thing to say or to do
Like a man stumbling into furniture in the dark
I trip over the words that I speak from my own heart
My mind and body turn to stone

When you look, it's not the same man I see
When you speak, you're not talking to me
It's only a mere projection of my insecure pride
Exposed to the world; it has nowhere to hide

It's not like me to lose control in the face of the unknown
How can I act natural when your gaze turns me to stone?
This is no ancient myth which plagues me now
One chance; shed my inhibitions, slaughter the sacred cow
Time to cut right through the bone

When I break loose, I am not what I seem
When she comes, she isn't coming to me
It's only a mere projection of the creature inside
Exposed to the world; it has nowhere to hide

So now that we're both exposed
Emotionally naked; physically clothed (for now)
There's nothing left to keep us apart
To figure out where we should start
No more reasons to be all alone

Except that it's easier to chisel stone

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