You write and you write and it's never been read
Cos the words on the paper aren't the ones in your head
Whatever you're thinking whatever your dream
You can't mould something that's never been seen
The words from your mouth aren't the ones when you drink
The words you're so sure of from which you may shrink
You speak magic with the heart of your soul
The words you were born with are the ones that you know
Eyes wide hands tied
Hard drive re-wired
Books ripped
And thrown in to the night
You read what they say though it's written in red
Cos the quotes in the papers never were said
The words you believe are the ones you've been sold
Come hear a story that's never been told
There once was a man who thought that he knew
Fought for his country red white and blue
Now he's lying in a far off field
His words forgotten and tagged by his heels
You wake in trhe morning with words in your head
Should have been working but you're drinking instead
You sleep in the evening the sleep of the dead
An empty promise never kept
You can run and run but you'll never hide
Cos the words you run from are the ones inside
You have to listen you have to think
You can see oblivion when you're stood on the brink
