4.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
3 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 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 wonÄt 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. 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.'
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