I Am the Past
I am the past
Trying to be here
It isn't what lasts
It's just what I fear
You're the gold in the hills
I'm the man in the moon
I'm a desperate chance
You've taken too soon
But I can't tell you that
I only whisper to the night
I'm nearly the truth
But I'm almost a lie
I'm sick to the heart
With the weight of my time
While the clock beats a drum
In my body and mind
I am the past
Trying to be here
It isn't what lasts
It's just what I fear
You're the sun on my back
I'm a man on a rope
It's the balance of things
That gives us all hope
But I'm a long way down
And you're a rising star
I can see form the kerb
Everything that you are
I'm a guttering light
At the far end of town
I'm a crisis of man
Preparing to drown
I am the past
Trying to be here
It isn't what lasts
It's just what I fear
You're the gold in the hills
I'm the man in the moon
I'm a desperate chance
You've taken too soon
But you can't hear the noise
That pours in my ears
You can't feel the waves
That crash on my fears
I'm a thin veneer
That's ready to crack
Let me hide in your arms
And never look back
I am the past
Trying to be here
It isn't what lasts
It's just what I fear
You're the sun on my back
I'm a man on a rope
It's the balance of things
That gives us all hope
I am the past
Trying to be here
It isn't what lasts
It's just what I fear
You're the gold in the hills
I'm the man in the moon
I'm a desperate chance
You've taken too soon
Trying to be here
It isn't what lasts
It's just what I fear
You're the gold in the hills
I'm the man in the moon
I'm a desperate chance
You've taken too soon
But I can't tell you that
I only whisper to the night
I'm nearly the truth
But I'm almost a lie
I'm sick to the heart
With the weight of my time
While the clock beats a drum
In my body and mind
I am the past
Trying to be here
It isn't what lasts
It's just what I fear
You're the sun on my back
I'm a man on a rope
It's the balance of things
That gives us all hope
But I'm a long way down
And you're a rising star
I can see form the kerb
Everything that you are
I'm a guttering light
At the far end of town
I'm a crisis of man
Preparing to drown
I am the past
Trying to be here
It isn't what lasts
It's just what I fear
You're the gold in the hills
I'm the man in the moon
I'm a desperate chance
You've taken too soon
But you can't hear the noise
That pours in my ears
You can't feel the waves
That crash on my fears
I'm a thin veneer
That's ready to crack
Let me hide in your arms
And never look back
I am the past
Trying to be here
It isn't what lasts
It's just what I fear
You're the sun on my back
I'm a man on a rope
It's the balance of things
That gives us all hope
I am the past
Trying to be here
It isn't what lasts
It's just what I fear
You're the gold in the hills
I'm the man in the moon
I'm a desperate chance
You've taken too soon
Credits
Writer(s): Gary James Kemp
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