The truth is

A warning sign
I missed the good part, then I realised
I started looking and the bubble burst
I started looking for excuses
Come on in
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones
That I started looking for a warning sign

When the truth is, I miss you
Yeah the truth is, that I miss you so

A warning sign
It came back to haunt me, and I realised
That you were an island and I passed you by
And you were an island to discover

Come on in
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones
That I started looking for a warning sign

When the truth is, I miss you
Yeah the truth is, that I miss you so

And I'm tired, I should not have let you go
Oooooooo

So I crawl back into your open arms
Yes I crawl back into your open arms
And I crawl back into your open arms
Yes I crawl back into your open arms.



The think about Coldplay is that they may play some mindless dribble; but they wrote this. The close out is utter gut wrenching tragedy of beautiful proportions.

It's been a funny day. Mum was in theatre & hopefully they've found & dealt with a long standing issue, but all afternoon I knew nothing and just cracked on with my day and their was my Mum being opened up and operated on and I wasn't there and my mind was inevitably elsewhere and it just kind of all feels so surreal and shite and real, you know?

As I write Ray Lamontagne has just hit shuffle singing one of Karen and my songs - Can I stay.

My god, life eh. Kind of sucks you right up and right out, wringing you out dry before pumping you with a sea full of tears. As if to prove the point Radiohead now launch into Weird Fishes. I'm getting the bottle right now...

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