We’ve got a lot in common,
we share the same disease.
We’re thankful for our belongings,
though we fall down to our knees.
And the Israelites are coming,
they bring their funeral song,
a one thousand petalled lotus
is burned in the Gaza storm.
Oh, I don’t want to hurt you,
but you know that love is pain.
You find yourself in its absence,
just to lose it all again.
And still, I’ll come back for more,
like some ***-starved, pointless slave.
Fixate on you in the darkness,
and forget you in the day.
And I do not need this devotion,
I know not what it is for,
I waded through the ocean,
just to fall down at your door.
I gave myself to religion,
I gave myself to war,
I fought for all of the peace,
that I’d lost on your bedroom floor.
And I do not need this devotion,
'cause I know not what it is for,
I waded through the ocean,
just to fall down at your door.
And the soil swallowed me whole,
whilst I’ve been searching in the skies,
A motion of light in the treetops,
a love before the lies.
I do not need this emotion,
I do not need your pearls,
I’m looking for a brand new woman,
now I’m tired of spoiled little girls.
We’ve got a lot in common,
how we tend to impossible dreams.
The way we stand up for freedom,
the way we fall down to our knees.
The way we fall down to our knees.
This is a song I wrote and I thought the lyrics could just about stand alone as a poem: https://soundcloud.com/edwardcoles/fall-to-our-knees
C