Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Well she cut herself loose
Wasn't it you who always said
Freedom's an excuse
To run around without your head
If she knew what you meant
She would've held it up to the light
But she felt that you were wrong
And by then she knew that she was right
Well you can never undo what somebody's already done
You just
Hold onto your breath
End up where you started from
And the truth just fades
And flickers off the edge of the plane
So new words emerge
To fill the vacuum with its remains
Well I can feel a laugh approaching
Followed by clumsy tears
But somehow it ain't so funny now
That they're shacking up here
And you know the punchline is still to come
So you best
Hold onto your breath
And end up where you started from
So you throw down
To what shines and what reflects
And all your dream encounters
They're all lazy rips and dead flesh
You gave up on the one thing
That terrorized you
But she wasn't ashamed or embarrassed
How can you change directions?
How can you believe again?
Don't follow the rats into the ocean
Hold onto your breath
And end up where you started
Hold onto your breath
And end up where you started
Hold onto your breath
And end up where you started from