The Truth

So I crawl down the stairs to the truth
That is sleeping alone on a bed
The mosquito net weeping above
That lazy old truth
Been lying there for weeks

So I throw myself onto the bed
And onto the mercy of the truth who is stirring
And trying to cheer up the net
And afterwards me
And I’m feeling weary

Cause I could go on and on deluding myself
Wading in the shallows
I am waiting for something else to come along and put things in order
Meanwhile, I raise my arms above the water
Ready, I am in position
Just promise you’ll be here soon

So all of the people around, I don’t wanna grow old like them
Bracing and grabbing too tight to not much
But I start feeling tired a little earlier each day

So I’m looking to rearrange the dawn
To tidy up the order of events
And unwind every thread of regret
But take that away
And what is there left?

From now on I know it’ll be different
See the waves are nodding their agreement
If you promise you’ll be here soon