Ceasefire

Good luck and lost love's knife

cut a path leading through my life

I weave through the gusts of change

as a kite might through the sky.

I feel down and degraded

like I felt when you and me began to tire

And we stopped long ago

But I thought it was just ceasefire.

I can leave the past behind like any normal man can do

But what I find most of the time

is that I have been left behind you.

I can feel time pushing me forward

so what does it matter what direction I'm pointed in?

No one else used to sing my sad chorus

Now I feel that they too have joined in.

Bad luck and lucky breaks

cut paths right through our lives

We follow the blind man's bluff

like lorrys follow white lines in the night.

And by our nature we are kept alone

No matter haw long your nails

you can't cut out of the womb.

And if I can't crash off-course

You must be marooned

and we will not be able to go back to

the source of this wound.