'You', another tired second-person address, Words written hastily and under duress Im cold and holed up in the back of the van, devoid of eloquence or elegant plan And Im paranoid, and I can't help but think, That somewhere someone is listening in But all the words that I kept in my pockets, jotted down on supermarket receipts, At base turned out to be solid masonry And Im scared of the kids who come to our shows, And scared of the words that they seem to know, Because in truth all my high ideals are in ruins, in truth I don't really know what Im doing Growing out of these clothes turned out to mean losing certainty So sing, 'your' voices level the land, My Jericho, My rock and sure foundation! Every love that made me lose my reasoning, Every line that made my conscience ache, Every day spent counting hours well, none of them come close To singing back a song inside my head I always had a song inside my head And yes, there are times when I am tired and stressed, When I am hasty and Im under duress Im a narcissist and Im not at my best I have to say Im not impressed Of all the things that I believed in my teens, Im left with unread books and badly made zines Some might-have-beens that somehow even yet Bring a spring to my step I remember calloused hands and paint-stained jeans, And I remember safe-as-houses self-belief So sing 'your' voices are sure destruction, My rock and sure foundation And every line that made me lose my reasoning, Every chord that made my conscience ache, Every sound a memory that's all I ever need I always have a song inside my head
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