Carousel

U think u know me and who i am today

I won't recognise me on the morrow

But u don't know me do do you even know yourself

And are we spinning on this carousel 🎠 

Pages I have written in the stories of our lives

There's days we're buried under the weight of sorrow 

But hope gives strength to fight another day

Lemonade bottle becomes bottle of wine

The taste becomes that richer thru the seasons

Do u remember the rainy day we met?

 the Ghosts are passing now oh since I have left 

(We never thought it would become a flooding )

Now that I'm leaving another winters on the way, the leaves are gone but they'll be back for May

The more things change the more they stay the same

And we can climb or get off this carousel 🎠 there’s things We cannot change but I can help 

I tried to write a story new chapters for my life

And 

On a Bus to London

I tried pretty hard to make u cry

Sleeping in the back of my fiat cos I was too drunk to drive

Those words I sent on the darkest nite

I said a lotta things I was drunk and high I Don't remember shit

Chorus

Sleeping in the back of my fiat cos I was too drunk to drive

Those words I sent u written on the darkest nite

I said a lotta things I was drunk and high I don't remember shit 

I wish that l would learn to play nice

Throwing all my cards in the air is apettern in my little life

If I liked myself more if I wasn't so afraid to die

This is not fiction, you're the best

Not Sophie and not Danielle

My home isn't home to me anymore

I was so redundant when you went next door 

On a bus to London, ship to Finland

Your small green lite lit up the palm of my hand

I knew you were never gonna be my wife

At least on the drink and drugs uncan rely 

I wish that l would learn to play nice

Throwing all my cards in the air is a pattern in my little life

If I liked myself more if I wasn't so afraid to die

This is not fiction, you're the best

Not Sophie and not Danielle

Chorus

I wish that words could make things right

But love don't cut the mustard and and alone is how we will die

The past is another country I've forgotten my lines

On a bus to London

Afghanistan

On a boat to Finland Tajikistan

On a bus to London

A

On a ship to Finland your small green light

My home isn't home to me anymore

I was so redundant when you went next door 

On a bus to London, ship to Finland

Your small green lite ..

HOPE THAT WORDS CAN STILL PURIFY
THEPAST’S ANOTHER COUNTRY, PIECES OF ANOTHER TIME
THOSE LETTERS TO YOU, WRITTEN ON THE DARKEST NITES
I SAID A LOTTA THINGS - REMARKABLE HOW UGLY WORDS CAN BE

MY HOME ISNT HOME TOME ANYMORE;
I WAS SOREDUNDANT WHEN YOU WENT HOME
TO LONDON AND FINLAND
YOUR SMALL GREEN LIGHT LIT UP MY HAND

I TRIED PRETTY HARD TO MAKE YOU CRY
SLEEPING IN THE BACKOFMY CAR -  I WAS TODRUNK TO DRIVE
And i been DRAGGING IT OUT BUT to tell the truth u can lie
NO FICTION that u were BEST - NO SOPHIE, hannahs or, DANIELLES

MY HOME ISNT HOME TO ME ANYMORE;
I WAS SO REDUNDANT WHEN YOU WENT HOME
TOLONDON AND FINLAND
YOUR SMALL GREEN LIGHT LIT UP MY HAND

MY HOME ISNT HOME TO ME ANYMORE;

TOLONDON AND FINLAND
YOUR SMALL GREEN LIGHT LIT UP MY HAND

THE STREETS DESPISE ME I DESPISE THEM MORE

I know it's there

Im waiting for my next score

It's cold outside but I'm still waiting

I'm on the floor it's half past 4

I'm clinging sicking on the curtain 

I'm on my own living room

It's nice but it's not Molly's chambers

I'm waiting for O my Lord

pick me up off the pavement

I'm in a hole a dirty low

But I'm still dreaming of the city 

I'm waiting for God to come

I know he's there but I cant hear Him

To drag me up to break the hatred

Of my own self - everyone else

I see the moon but it is waning 

And pick me up off the pavement 

We wanted more but we got sold

Neo Liberal ideology

They said God is dead have this instead

I'm so cynical I'm not the spiritual

I'm waiting for anything at all 

I know it's there but I cant feel a thing

I hope its there cos I can't feel a thing