i am floating in a body that is slowly shifting shape
and i'm tearing bits of skin off to let the fear escape
and plucking all my nerve up 'cause chance favours the bold
i strike out into the world but miss a step and knock myself out cold.
Stumbling down the road i hug my crutches tight
like pylons around the site of an accident-prone soul
keeps falling down a manhole to a reservoir of pain
with Achilles at my heels again.
Be still, my beating heart.
Well i know forewarned is forearmed but lately i'm all thumbs.
i am marching with two left feet behind the fifes and drums.
And holding up a brave face 'cause fate favours the strong
i trip over a bootlace and i wonder what the hell went wrong?
Steady as she goes along. The bumps and bruises beam
like firetrucks upon the scene of an accident-prone soul
keeps slipping through a manhole into a reservoir of pain
with Achilles at my heels.
Be still, my bleeding heart.
Look at all the maple leaves tumbling from the tallest trees
lining streets with some star-crossed ancient reminder
of what was loved and what was lost.
Stumbling down the road i squeeze my crutches tight
like pylons around the site of an accident-prone soul
keeps crashing down a manhole to a reservoir of pain.
Achilles at my heels.
Be still, my breaking heart.
Be still, my bursting heart.
