Lyrics
There, must be something
To fill the hole, in you
No one knew was there
Beware
There, must be something
To fill the hole in me
No ovation can fill, but still,
I know a good man
Who will sing
Until his own heart explodes
Cause he knows, when you are not ok
And he knows when you’re not alright
‘cause the game was fixed
Long before the flight or the fight
We are abject
Make your bed and take your time
Fill your lungs with hope and rhyme
Take the century, take the night
Show me angel
Your uncertain shadow
Show me your alight.
Well I had a good fan
Who suffered for art
And I had some good fans who don’t
Or just won’t
Now I love a good fan
Who can sing
Until his own heart explodes
Because he knows when you are not ok
And he knows when you’re not alright
Alright
Alright
Because the fix was in
Long before your fight
Or this flight and we’re losing light
Written by: Mark Waldoch
