Giacometti's Model
I had a dream and the dream belonged
It grew from a seed within my soul
But like the pearls of childhood spoil
Cast before fools on stony soil
All is lost, all is gone
You had me marked before I begun
And all I want is a cigarette
And a gift of grace to see me through
But all I see is all I get
And all I get is all I'm due
My gods of old have lost their crown
You know the score so come on down
Sometimes I feel like the world caves in on me
And reality is just a force to beat me down
I don't know why when I try to look inside
I see a raging tide on an empty shore
I'm in a room and behind the door
Is everything I've hungered for
And distant voices call to me
But the door is locked - I have no key
Sardonic laughter fills the air
Tie down those straps to that electric chair
Sometimes I feel like Giacometti's model
With the world just caving in on me
Giacometti's model
The foxes bark like Eumenedies
The wind blows rumours through the trees
The moon turns pale in a starless sky
And shadows darken every eye
The tides of rage on the shores collide
Love loses out to the raging tide
My gods of old have lost their charm
And life creeps on like a false alarm
Sometimes I feel like the world caves in on me
And reality is just a force to beat me down
I don't know why when I try to look inside
I see a raging tide on an empty shore
Or a room with a door
It grew from a seed within my soul
But like the pearls of childhood spoil
Cast before fools on stony soil
All is lost, all is gone
You had me marked before I begun
And all I want is a cigarette
And a gift of grace to see me through
But all I see is all I get
And all I get is all I'm due
My gods of old have lost their crown
You know the score so come on down
Sometimes I feel like the world caves in on me
And reality is just a force to beat me down
I don't know why when I try to look inside
I see a raging tide on an empty shore
I'm in a room and behind the door
Is everything I've hungered for
And distant voices call to me
But the door is locked - I have no key
Sardonic laughter fills the air
Tie down those straps to that electric chair
Sometimes I feel like Giacometti's model
With the world just caving in on me
Giacometti's model
The foxes bark like Eumenedies
The wind blows rumours through the trees
The moon turns pale in a starless sky
And shadows darken every eye
The tides of rage on the shores collide
Love loses out to the raging tide
My gods of old have lost their charm
And life creeps on like a false alarm
Sometimes I feel like the world caves in on me
And reality is just a force to beat me down
I don't know why when I try to look inside
I see a raging tide on an empty shore
Or a room with a door
Credits
Writer(s): Tim Woolf
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