Post by Jan on Mar 7, 2006 6:42:55 GMT -5
It’s like I am swinging up high at the fair
Then plunging down into the mire
Only to find that I’m flying again
Freefalling; then up again, higher
It’s like I’m a puppet, and somebody else
Holds all of the strings to my life
And as sure as the tick of the pendulum swings
The tock will cut deep like a knife.
I’m out of control. I’ve no grip on my life.
I’m scared what tomorrow will bring.
Will I spend the day crying, curled up in a ball?
Or dancing and wanting to sing?
Tossed out on the tide like a discarded toy
No point in defying my fate
The moon is in charge of the ebb and the flow
And all I can do now is wait.
I’ll either wake up on a paradise beach
Or pulled down by the maelstrom of terror
But the tick and the tock of the pendulum clock
Is going to haunt me forever.
I’m a ball… a balloon in the hands of a child...
A bubble… a yo-yo… a kite…
Like Icarus flying too close to the sun
I’ll surrender again to the night.
So I’m stuck on this maniac fairground ride
Or sucked down in a vortex at sea
As the clowns gather round with their painted –on smiles
I forget what its like to be me.
Clinging on to the rock face of everyday life
I desperately try not to fall.
When the years have rolled by and my children are old
Is this what they’ll look back and recall?
Then plunging down into the mire
Only to find that I’m flying again
Freefalling; then up again, higher
It’s like I’m a puppet, and somebody else
Holds all of the strings to my life
And as sure as the tick of the pendulum swings
The tock will cut deep like a knife.
I’m out of control. I’ve no grip on my life.
I’m scared what tomorrow will bring.
Will I spend the day crying, curled up in a ball?
Or dancing and wanting to sing?
Tossed out on the tide like a discarded toy
No point in defying my fate
The moon is in charge of the ebb and the flow
And all I can do now is wait.
I’ll either wake up on a paradise beach
Or pulled down by the maelstrom of terror
But the tick and the tock of the pendulum clock
Is going to haunt me forever.
I’m a ball… a balloon in the hands of a child...
A bubble… a yo-yo… a kite…
Like Icarus flying too close to the sun
I’ll surrender again to the night.
So I’m stuck on this maniac fairground ride
Or sucked down in a vortex at sea
As the clowns gather round with their painted –on smiles
I forget what its like to be me.
Clinging on to the rock face of everyday life
I desperately try not to fall.
When the years have rolled by and my children are old
Is this what they’ll look back and recall?