A Blank Sheet Of Paper

When you’re down on the floor

The words are stifled

All seen without glasses

Looking only for what’s safe

Looking backwards

I left my instincts guide me

For some reason

I’ll never be paid for

Who buys something for you?

Who really looks at

What you need?

If I’m in the right place

This is the last beat

A new way, drawn on my face

Where are all the clouds?

Fields will be fields

You will see through the window

Will the hills be climbed

Ow will the sky come

Down with the storm?

I lay down where you need

You’re out of my streets

You will not see my soul

Asking for something that you stole

Does it really matter?

Sun, after the rain comes the sun

After the rain I can see the sun

‘Cos after the rain comes the sun

A new blank sheet of paper

And for me it’s done!