Coming Down

I'm finally done with my BMT, and my hundreds of push-ups (I can flex my chest now), Gaiman (the genius) released new stuff, and Muse is coming to Singapore. Its all so perfect, like three things I want are happening at the same time. Stuff i'd really like, like dancing badly on a wednesday night at Mambo.

Somehow the rush passes, the high dissolves, like that fizzy lollipop on the tip of my tongue. A little tired, i return to my computer to escape the mindless chatter of Jason trying to flirt. Love my brothers, yes, give him advice, i could certainly do better than him, but whats the point when we've got our own mistakes to make.

Its odd how Coming Down comes on and i'm in exactly that mood. I feel moody, strangely hollow. When i have time for myself, when i do an emotional stock take, somethings always missing.

I guess everytime i sit here and write, i'm trying to achive the same linguistic and rythmic eloquence as David Grey. Everytime I sit here, and type away, i get far away from everyone else, and slowly come down on my own.

Everybodys working, busy, tired, older, responsible, and paid for. Nobody really has time for other people anymore, it always has to be other people and somehing at the very least. In my heart, i guess thats why i dislike this world so much, because its so full of agenda. And i'm so tired of putting myself out there, just to have a place in the life of somebody i care about.

Tears falling slow
from the bridge
into the river below
in your eyes, I start to see
a starry veil,
the ocean of infinity

Moon and stars above me
mingle with the blood
inside my vein
these empty arms
that should be
holding you close
through nights of winter rain
I’m trying to spell
what only the wind can explain
it's colder than ever
coming down

I’m drowning in shallows
cos its in so deep
there's neon melting in the rain
took too much powder too sleep
cos when I hold you naked
when I hear you laugh
I got a sword to stem the rivers
and cut the moon in half

Frozen stars above me
mingle with the blood
inside my vein
empty arms that should be
holding you close
through nights of winter rain
I’m trying to spell
what only the wind can explain
it's colder than ever
coming down

We danced wild
kicked off our shoes
not a cloud
in the skies to confuse
now the sky is cold
the sea is wide
and there's nothing to be done
'cept reflecting the sun
and scratching the mountainside

Frozen stars above me
mingle with the blood
inside my vein
empty arms that should be
holding you close
through nights of winter rain
I’m trying to spell
what only the wind can explain
it's colder than ever
coming down