A year old message on your phone That catches you when you can't hide
I see you in the service station sign I see you in the supermarket line I see you silhouetted on a wall But I don't see myself there at all
This vessel of Balsa wood
Is the fag end tail of amoeba-hood
The busying cast confer
And get their taste of the drama
You stare through mindless daytime shows And curse yourself for growing old
The sterile scent of shaving foam
Reminds you of another world
I see you in the roofless sombre sky I see you when the lovers stop outside
I see you silhouetted on a wall But I don't see myself there at all I see you in the sweetness of our child I see you in the supermarket aisle I see you when I'm kneeling on the floor
But I can't see myself anymore .
Hard times got the upper hand Stole our feeble plans The faces, shot me, spin me round But I won't lie down
Hard times shake me to the bone Face bruised, bloody nose
Shell shocked, crawling on the ground Still I won't lie down
I won't lie down
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Hard times got the upper hand Stole our feeble plans The faces, shot me, spin me round But I won't lie down