The Truth

So I crawled down the stairs to the truth,

That is sleeping alone, on a bed,

The mosquito net weeping above.

That lazy old truth, been lying there for weeks.

So I throw myself on to the bed,

Onto the mercy of the truth,

Who is stirring and trying to cheer up the net,

And afterwords me,

And I'm feeling weak.

Cause I could go on, and on,

Deluding myself.

Waiting in the shadows,

I am waiting for something else

To come along and put things in order.

Meanwhile, I raise my hands above the water.

Ready, I am in position.

Just promise you'll be here soon.

So all of the people around,

I don't wanna grow old like them.

Bracing, and grabbing too tight to not much.

But I start feeling tired a little earlier each day.

So I'm looking to re-arrange the dawn,

To tidy up the order of events,

And unwind every thread of regret.

But take that away, and what is there left?

Cause I could go on, and on,

Deluding myself.

Waiting in the shadows,

I am waiting for something else

To come along and put things in order.

Meanwhile, I raise my hands above the water.

Ready, I am in position.

Just promise you'll be here soon.

From now on, I just know things will be different.

See the waves?

They're all nodding their agreement.

If you promise you'll be here soon.