Won't Get Up Again

There is a ghost upon my lips

of which whose taste

I can't resist

to call upon each time I miss

that touch of grace that I long to feel again.

Is there something I don't realize

a hides behind that bed of lies;

that calls me back down to my knees;

that holds me down and won't let me up again?

'Cos I've been here three times before,

to pick my heart up off the floor

and I don't think I can take one more

and I sure as hell won't go back there again.

Even as I try to shake these shackles from my arms

everything about this should be ringing bells alarm

saying don't go back there;

don't get mixed up;

don't get knotted down

'cos you won't get up again.

Move yourself into the eyes

of all those lovers you despise

then you can say with an open heart

that you got knocked down

but got straight back up again.

Even as I try to shake these shackles from my arms

everything about this should be ringing bells alarm

saying don't go back there;

don't get mixed up;

don't get knotted down

'cos you won't get up again.

Carry me not your arms

until those silent bells alarm,

of which your eyes can not disguise.

You will always woe that the next days sun will rise.

Impossible is just a word -

the most ridiculous I've heard

to leave your lips up to this date,

'lets give it all up and leave it up to fate.'

Even as I try to shake these shackles from my arms

everything about this should be ringing bells alarm

saying don't go back there;

don't get mixed up;

don't get knotted down

'cos you won't get up again.

Even as I try to shake these shackles from my arms

everything about this should be ringing bells alarm

saying don't go back there;

don't get mixed up;

don't get knotted down

'cos you won't get up again.

You won't get up again.

No, won't get up again.