Old Moods

I'm dissolving in the booth
Just wear another Saturday gown
I know you're upset
But you can't block the whole world out

You were in your own mood
I was in the other room
I know that for you this is so hard
I was on my old phone, hoping to get left alone
With my concrete heart.
All my life I've been waiting for something real
All my life I've been waiting for something real

Put your chopsticks on
What you tie your hair back with
Praying mantis

Like a mother only sees potential in young eyes
Some of yours shimmering
And maybe some of mine
Flickering
Transient
Preferable
Help me put the pressure on,
There's no polite way
There's not any way
To leave without an explanation
And I didn't see your faces,
But overwhelmingly I'm feeling you just felt betrayed
In your own way
A gesture
Hand signals on the walls and the french doors
You ask me and I say that I think it's a 'fenetre'
You can put your mind at rest
They're not talking about us

You were in your own mood
I was in the other room
I know that you're homesick, and so far
All we have is phone calls,
Is he cursing these walls?
Or can we live it?
All my life I've been waiting for something real
All my life I've been waiting for something real

I'm running circles again
And all I need is a friend
You're always saying that
I'm always hearing that
I'm running circles again
And all I need is a friend.

You were in your own mood
I was in the other room
I know that for you this is so hard
I was on my old phone hoping to get left alone
With my concrete heart.
All my life I've been waiting for something real
All my life I've been waiting for something,
For one thing.
For something real.



Credits
Writer(s): Antony F Walker
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