Ostrich


Born to be a fighter; I chose to pacify.
Loved the only women I could have; love is a lie.
Same old story, repeated a thousand times.
Pretty please, no longer tease; I need a love that will never die.


They say yesterday’s music is just the same old songs;
Write me a tune and I will still sing along.
Use my lyrics; they are the ones I understand clearest.
I have loved your music since my youth,
So I hope you love my words too…if you read this.


If nothing else matters, I will still believe.
The day dream is eternal in this land of sleep.
I have had enough of counting sheep;
So I will sleep with one eye open,
Looking out for any kind of new opening.


Opportunities come and go, so anything goes!
Some would say it has all been said before,
But what do they know?


Imagine a bizarre world where we all get along;
Just sit and play your guitar, so we can sing that song.
I need to believe that my ghosts are real.
The singer teaches us how to really feel.


Touched with sadness, everybody drops.
Nobody ever reaches the top of the pops.
Music is dying?  Forever it will last.
It has been here a lot longer than you and I have.


So judge me for the mistakes you make;
The words you speak are fuel to my fire…
Every time I try to hide away,
You somehow find me with my head buried deep…

…Oh my beautiful liar.


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