Paul Roberts
Paul Roberts
Paul Roberts
Paul Roberts
Paul Roberts
Paul Roberts
Paul Roberts
Paul Roberts
Paul Roberts
Paul Roberts
Paul Roberts
So I don't need your ideals
Or philosophy
Your intellect I can't respect
Don't bother me
Shake the hand that holds you
Bite the hand that feeds
Let the one who cares the least
Supply your needs
And finally and finally
Finally close enough to see
Finally hard enough to say
Finally words are all that stay in the memory
And words are not enough - finally
I walked into your aura
I walked into your arms
I walked into a battlefield
No false alarms
You covered me with wishes
Slowly built a fire
Laid the feast then killed the beast
Of bad desire
Finally close enough to see
Finally hard enough to say
Finally words are all that stay in the memory
And words are not enough - finally