You say you can’t make it…
so maybe you just fake it…
There is no way in Hell…
I believe in, what ever you tell…
You hide your self at the bottom of a Can…
singing your sad song of how life shoud be ban…
Run it through you head…
not just something you have read…
Run it through your mind…
it’s not so hard to find…
Run it through your heart…
don’t think love is an art…
You gave up a long time ago…
your breath is now a faint blow…
There is no way in Hell…
You can get out of your selfmade cell…
Earth have seen milions of your kind…
do you really want to be left behind…
Run it through you head…
listen to what’s been said…
Run it through your mind…
don’t leave your life behind…
Run it through your heart…
so turn and play your card…
You can own silver and gold…
and have no one to hold…
You can keep turning you eyes away…
craddle up in a paperbox and turn to clay…
For so many times your chances were there…
but only a pale gaze in your face as you turn elsewhere…
Run it through you head…
have a home and a bed…
Run it through your mind…
if you’ll ever be so kind…
Run it through your heart…
everyone can have a new start…
A highly evocative work reminiscent of classic Rock lyrics that left this reader imagining Eric Clapton’s guitar accompanying Jack Bruce’s plaintive refrain.