Arthur Beatrice
Lyricist: Arthur Beatrice Composer: Arthur Beatrice
Breaking the calm
And wondering on
The spoiled rumour
Of healthy hands that steal
Held in rages
You see it come
Ruthlessly rejoice
The old and rotting
The creaking part that feels
So how, can we feel as we used to
In straining just to feel as we should do
Safety is the most
Unsettling
Just waking up at night
And feeling old
Keeping comfortable
And severing
The out from the inside
Forgiving all
Man becomes
Portrait of
Becoming polite
And ever kneeling
So woe betide
Believing
You need it
So how, can we feel as we used to
In straining just to feel as we should do
I've been to better places
I've seen another in you
You've never known the sickness
To bear the bursting bad news
I've been to better places
I've seen another in you
You've never known the sickness
To bear the bursting bad news
Safety is the most
Unsettling
Just waking up at night
And feeling old
Keeping comfortable
And severing
The out from the inside
Forgiving all