Jaded eyes open onto your soul
It’s like open skies scaring out through the hole
Endless fields surrounded by bars
Your broken deals all stacked up in jars



If you’d said I would have been there right from the start
If you ask I’ll help you reshape your bell-bottomed heart again



Fractured smile tells a story or four
It spits the bile at the shapes you abhor
The faded shirts that you used to wear
All wreak of dirt, so you’re standing there



If you’d said I would have been there right from the start
If you ask I’ll help you reshape your bell-bottomed heart again



And if you feel the need to stop and bleed I’ll stand aside until you’ve died
And pick you up and fill your cup with another tide of suicide
And when your city of self pity, the stinking mire that you admire
Should close its gate, you know I’ll wait and take you somewhere warm



Jaded soul as seen from your eyes
Endless role through barbed wire skies
You’re a man who’s able to pray
So take these knives and throw them away

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If you’d said I would have been there right from the start
If you ask I’ll help you reshape your bell-bottomed heart again

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(Copyright Jules Benjamin)

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