Remedy/Play Me Off

A remedy is all he asks for. He flees through the skies with his private army. Becoming a shepherd of hurt. Smashed glass, the spider's web. Tormented of the dreams that used to be his. I only wanted to be like you. But your discreet violence hides the real you. Something far more sinister.

You play me off like a business venture with all the bonuses only you can think of. I sometimes think I'd have just been a pawn in your chess game. And I can only look out the window in shame because I just don't want to play.

A remedy is all he asks for. But there's no way that we can be part of the same deal. You and me speak two different languages despite talking in English. Play me off with precision. A neat trick you learnt with all the other boys. But it doesn't work with me. I'm too detached from our sham culture to ever fall for you. You just want someone cheap to take your clothes off for you.

A remedy is all he asks for. But more and more I can see myself growing more and more withdrawn from everyone, everything that's within touching distance. But don't ever pretend to say that you care. I can see it's just a ruse you use on me. And it's no good. It never was.

Slipping Away ( Turn To Me )

Turn to me, look me in the eyes. Turn to me, look me in the eyes, say you love me. It doesn't happen. And love is such a rotten word. In a rotten world. I turn the page to cast my age. You make me feel so old. Dying for your love wouldn't make much sense. A salvation that seems too ludicrous. A salvation only you can give. Because only you seem to soothe me. Only you.

A running dialogue that makes no sense. Offer bland pleasantries that mean nothing. What more can I say these days? Who knows where it all ends. All I know is for you, I'll always have time.

But time keeps slipping away.

I Fade Into Distance

I fade into the half light as the memory flickers from your view. I was a passing tourist, nothing more. I wouldn't have known. It's only when you spent a day away, does your conscience remind you of something that wasn't there. I wasn't there to stake a claim, I wasn't there to remember your name. And you won't remember mine.

I fade into the twilight of the Parisian skies met through the countless steps of the Eiffel Tower. Maybe one of these days I will be without a face in your dreams? You felt guilt-ridden because you spent the day with another man. You tried to pass your guilt on to me. It confused me because it wasn't exactly the sort of thing I was expecting and I had no intention of falling in love with you. But another boy only causes trouble and somehow unintentionally I might have caused some. Even if I don't see how or why.

I fade into nothing but a blank distant memory for you. It's easier, safer and less complicated that way. I guess I should be happy for the memories but it's never going to be like that.

Distance kills time. You forget me and I forget to forget you. Did you feel to close to me then? Did I inadvertently fill the shoes of your boyfriend? You must've felt some guilt just flirting with another man who was not your boyfriend. All we did was talk, I had no other agenda on my mind. I would like to think you had no other agenda either.

I fade into the distance of your imagination. Where time had stopped and dreams had started. But now we wake up different people from the ones that went before. I'm alone now and I wonder about you but I guess I would have been stepping on your boyfriend's toes who you want to safeguard you.

Distance kills time. You must've been scared to fall in love while in love. A double edged sword that would kill the both of us. It happens all the time.

Times Reflect

Out of times reflect on the vicious circle. Stay behind and you'll never let go. If I said it was love, I was lying. If I told you it was love, you would be crying. I can't be honest with you without telling white lies. Everything must cool down but you want a hot-headed irrational beast and not someone who's cool, calm and collected.

Out of times reflect on the vicious circle. My life becomes a circus. You, me and everything else that's involved. Put on a good show so that everyone's entertained. They tell you it doesn't mean what it is but they're only lying because they only want some entertainment to keep them amused.

When it's all over, I change personality to suit my mood. You make me sound like a criminal. I only wanted another so that I could get closer to you. We're all actors here. Nobody understands the process. But I would have remained to the end if it meant that you were on another espionage trip to disrupt another entourage. What would it have to take to make you kill him?

Pictures Tell A Story

At times he was seen circling through the fields. At a 90 degree radius, he would keep his distance. Positioned at various viewpoints. Idle conversations are led astray. Eyes meet but never lock. She knows his game. He knows hers. It doesn't seem to bother them that everyone can see what's happening. It's all part of the act.

He dreams of distant skies beneath the moon. She wants to go home soon. Everything's so polite. They talk so formally. For her, to be a patriot is her only goal. To him, nothing makes sense. By the time it's over, we start again and they chat and they chat and they chat. Perhaps they should fall into each other's arms as everyone is watching.

Pictures tell a story and her past is illuminating. But we only know two thirds of nothing in particular. Pictures tell a story and his tale is full of fallen glory. It's all in the past. It's all in the past at last.

Under My Defences

These romantic twists cut just like a knife. You're my secret car crash. You make me feel so bad and so good.

You crawl under my defences. There's no battleground between us but the mind. And we all know who the winner is. I always seem to look up when you take that extra step on the podium.

Every bruise is like a medal. Mental or physical, we take all prizes here. Show no fear. Now that you've got under my defences, I end up chasing you around, hoping to catch you. This endless game of cat and mouse. An intimate portrayal, a stunning blackmail, it makes no difference anyway.

Walking wounded. It weakens my grasp. And even when I think of you, there's nothing left for me to hide behind. Can we just give up? Can I surrender? I want to see a new environment.

I obey your rules. I've got none of my own.