Memory & Other Drugs

[Verse 1]
A wild power fills me when I step out into the world of man
A sudden and brutal thing, conducted by a long lost hand
To be deep in it, to struggle for more
To grab the hand of any passing form in the door
To know the laughter, noise, shit and all that runs
Down from its guttered beginnings, out to its ending in my lungs
Still coming up hard on the long ended shove
And claiming with each holy breath to have won some autonomy of air
Autonomy over the air

[Verse 2]
In between rows and rows of lost faces
Rueing what stops them from rising up and obtaining their graces
Still beginning each sentence again with a nod
And reaching for clarity and all of the abovе
Still hands reach over and under and ovеr and under to pull
Oh these rumours begin and die on the floor of God's last great hall
Still your hours close in as they morph into one
Screaming unending through fear to have won some autonomy of air
Autonomy over the air

[Bridge]
How long we fought the evidence
How come we call it salient?
How long we fought the evidence
How come we call it salient?

[Verse 3]
The night drains out into the cold of some lost street
Signify all notions, all we wed ourselves to be
In the throes of a bloody and blasphemous love
The green eyed seductress the working man’s lust
See the dead stare collective form round the last remaining sun
They are moving from desire to envy all with the grace of a dog
Still drawing out water from the viaduct of
The blue-eyed sepulchre, the prodigal tongue
I am running not ending man, oh still high from the fall
I have come past your door to be cut, known, qualified and hung
Yet screaming I'm open and I am above
All barstool apostles, some poet in love with autonomy over the air
Autonomy over the air
Autonomy of air