"Alone"

I’ll laugh at innocence
Hype that tackles the test of time
Try feeling lucky for a bet
Before you talk and fault the design
Nights seem superfluous but more often than not they hide the lies

You could never be the saviour for the found
You’ll never be the saviour of the found
You’ll never be the saviour of the found
On your return to this town

Passion over ability
A nagging thought that stands in your way
Waiting on a wish to keep
Caught by Catch 22 and then your delayed
This freedom you speak of is dressed to think this way

You’ll never be the saviour of the found
You’ll never be the saviour of the found
Better things are hiding in the crowd

A lazy eye for a change of mind
Wasting your days until you realise
There’s always someone kicking you from behind

You’re not an idiot
But then only idiots speak the whole truth
Don’t falter in between the scheme
You’ve hatched a plan only to become the fool
It tasted sweet at first but now you wish it wasn’t true

You’ll never be the saviour of the found
You’ll never be the saviour of the found
Better things are hiding in the crowd
On your return to this town
On your return to this town

A token gesture through the tricks and sins
Crawling with the demons closing in
Thank them for your seldom seeking service

Heads are sick of hearing the same old song
Twisting life to suit your own
But I guess this is the problem when you’re all alone

David Laley December 2009