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 afterwards 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.