The Mutual Strain

He's a child with aspirations to something wild
But he could never lose than line twitching next to his nose
Ready to expose
Walking 'round with the tombstone-heads
The most alive look like the living dead
They know the definition that goes with a soon forgotten place
The stories in a face can relate to it
Pervading every day
The mutual strain
Until every fibre is in need to be
Be
With the girl he would be so sincere
The casual play of words disappeared
And she would end up so reserved
Couched up in a curve
Briefing out with the tombstone-heads
Building up in the fellow shed
Thinking time will resolve the crime
Bring a change of pace
Though the stories in a face can tell of it
Pervading every day
The mutual strain
Until every fibre is in need to be
Be
Same game, a Friday sight
He looked to aloof that night
No sneer at the mass
As important as the chestnut drink dancing in his glass
Pervading every day
The mutual strain
Until every fibre is in need to be
Be
Now you don't get off so freely
Don't get off so free
You don't
You don't
You don't



Credits
Writer(s): Kristofer Axén
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