From the recording Chasing My Grace
Lyrics
The streets are paved with condensation
Symptoms of a silent war
Between the made and the men who make them
and the ideology of the court
Venezuela riots against assimilation
Kashmire tears apart
Whilst I negotiate the changing waves of art
You are what makes this life so addictive
You are what takes my mind to that familiar place
You arrive to say goodbye but no ones listening
Just new arrivals to the bliss
In this age of peasant luxury where no body has to starve
The pleasant numbing of debauchery
Spreads like petrol without a spark
The inventions of necessity come at a bloody cost that we can all ignore
we ignore the questions to the answers that we are all afraid to fucking ask for
You are what makes this life so addictive
You are what takes my mind to that familiar place
You arrived to say goodbye but no-one's listening
How can you own what we don’t create?
My challenge is to keep the channel open
A light house on the edge
One day, when I’m swallowed by the ocean
You’ll stay
Show the Angels why I’m missed
You are what makes this life so addictive
You are what takes my mind to that familiar place
You arrived to say goodbye but no-one's listening
How can you own what we don’t create?
You are what makes this life so addictive
You are what takes my time and me mind
You are blind to people watching
You are colour blind to race
How can you own what we don’t create?