02-25-2007, 09:56 AM
Life ties us all to a sinking anchor, seas roll with waves of fear
like thunder; what a price we pay for glory, yet still it makes me wonder
Is this the bottom of my soul, the end of what's to be
if I ever make my peace, will I ever really be free
Where do I go from here, how do I rise above
to find a better life, what's this thing called love
At the bottom of this ocean I'm drowning in my tears
for me it's been eternity, yet only 34 years
Swim against the currents, I know I have to try
pray I find my way back home and live before I die
The bottom of it all is where you have to start
to make it to the surface, the answer's in your heart
It's an endless struggle, will it ever stop
just take it nice and steady, you'll make it to the top
The bottom of the ocean is a dark and lonely void
keep your head above the water, or you'll go paranoid
The day you surface from the sea is when you know you've won
that's when your anchor rises, to your raisin in the sun.
Another dream dies
and I sip from the abyss
of infinite solace.
Everything tumbles
into an awkward
circle.
Spinning round and round
and all about
they leave me.
But it's not that
complicated,
really.
Tomorrow shows
us that there is one,
not enough.
I hear the screams
as untied words
form at the backs
of our heads.
And in the end...
does this mean anything.
Why, not at all.
We're all just
conversation pieces
on the coffee table
of life.
Too late
Always late
Remembering the nights
You and I
Pool hall musty
Pool hall bright yet dark
The room is empty
Cigarettes and cider
The sound of breaking
Your warm breath on my neck.
Holding hands and whispering softly
Sinatra singing and Deano wailing
You hold the stick for me
I hold the stick for you
Stripes or solids, can't remember
Does it matter?
I love you
Wherever we are
Pool hall.
Just another place in time.
Eight ball rolling slowly
You stroke my hair as I lean over
Kiss my cheek
I miss again
Sinatra singing
Doesn't matter
Too late
Always late
I will never forget.
Those pool hall nights with you.
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