The stroke of midnight is the only time I truly wake, with obsessions in my mind, as I fall back down into the maze.
Oh, I can't stop my head spinning out of control.
27 and I feel like I've been dead for days, and woke to a thousand voices screaming out, worry,
pain.
And I can't stop my head spinning out of control.

I'd give my left leg just to see if I was relevant in that reality, but it's never gonna happen, (never gonna happen).
I let my dreams fall far from me, well that's all folks, it's all my fault, baby.
Now heaven's on the back-burn, heaven's on the back-burner.

Back then there wasn't a time when I'd reveal the truth, unless there was a microphone between me & you, and there wasn't a night that gone by when I didn't hide the microphone by my side.
By which I mean I could never face the weather. I held you up, like Rihanna's umbrella, which I had heard was metaphor for the Devil.
Guess I was in peril, or on that level,
When I think back, it's mental.
And fucking fundamental how all of that passion went to the final detriment and ultimately the betterment of you.
Well, I mean me too, but...
Look at you.
I see you're much happier now.
But it's not a problem, 'cause I've also got a brand new hot one.
New job, new flat, new cat, new energy, and it's fucking awesome.
The baby jut threw me off some.
When it comes to moments, 
well, I guess we all have odd ones.
And I can't stop my head spinning out of control.

I'd give my left leg just to see if I was relevant in that reality, but it's never gonna happen, (never gonna happen).
I let my dreams fall far from me, well that's all folks, it's all my fault, baby.
Now heaven's on the back-burn, heaven's on the back-burner.

Left Leg

And this is how all those stories end.
The lover bares their soul at the door just as the weather starts to pour down with rain,
It's like a damn clichéd movie.
But you can see there's something sweet about the way they grovel at your feet.
In real life, it doesn't go like this, and that's a fact
So don't say it's just a film,
Don't treat it like it's just an act.
Love often is a battle of wits and tit for tat.
Not always easy, but always worth knowing that I've found some part of me I wouldn't have found without you.

I get it, I wanna try, but it's such a fight to keep me from trippin' in the back of my mind.
When I'm ready, I'll have the time,
Sit yourself back while I set the damn show on fire,

Sprawled out on the floor, guitar out, and thinking "oh god, I've written a song that sounds like I'm getting somebody else's words all wrong. If there's a god, don't let them hear me, they might think I've committed a sin. I'd better give up and re-begin."
But what can you say about love that's not been said?
Is there a melody not sparked outta somebody else's head yet?
When you can't fight the clichés no more,
That's when I acquiesce to a phrase I've head before, that I've found a part of me I wouldn't have found without you.


I get it, I wanna try, but it's such a fight to keep me from trippin' in the back of my mind.
When I'm ready, I'll have the time,
Sit yourself back while I set the damn show on fire,

(Then there's a bit here where there's some guitar and then at the end its that last bit up there again about getting it and wanting to try and all that shit. Don't sing this bit if you're singing along. If you're singing along, that would surprise me, tbf.)

Thank God For Clichés

plugindave - Nothing Toulouse

Not big into politics,
When I try to keep up with the news every day and I find that all of it's just awfulness as obelisks rise up in honor of monolithic beasts, 
who take the stage and feast,
upon all our rages,

Feels like truth has had its day now,
Fleeing the fire of the fake out,
Wanna see what you have got to say now,
You turn your back, and all you say is

"If you wanna shuffle to the rhythm of peace, well, you should just take your body there"
I'll stay back home.
"If you wanna move to the rhythm and blues of a cynical tune, well you should come, everybody's here"
Each one alone.

All making their minds up, on their own,
Each lost in the wasteland of their souls.

Not much of  party kid any more,
See, it's lacking the energy getting the best of me, I know it's meant to be fun when we hit the floor, 
but I can't dance for sure,
and the feeling hits like a bitch until I'm sore.

Feel my youth is on its way out, as if my skin is turning Jade now,
C'mon, do the unenthusiastic shake now,

If you wanna shuffle to the rhythm of peace, well, you should just take your body there, I'll stay back home,
If you wanna move to the rhythm and blue of a cynical tune, well, you should come, everybody's here, each one alone.

All making their minds up on their own.
Each lost in the wasteland of their souls.
No, you've got nothing to lose, don't you wanna take control?
Don't you want to hear your voice out in the world?

Don't care what you think so long as if you think it, you make it known
Don't care what you think, so long as if you think i, you make it known,
You could be evil, 
You could be hateful,
You could be kind, just make it known,
You could be wonderful,
Some kind of terrible,
Blow my mind, and make it known,
Make it known.

If you wanna shuffle to the rhythm of peace, well, you should just take your body there, I'll stay back home.
If you wanna move to the rhythm and blues of a cynical tune, well you should come, everybody's here, each one alone.