Morphine

I stroll along
My broken leg in tow
But I can't feel a thing

The physician's bedside manner falters
Lets out a sigh of courtesy

A silent head
A speeding motorcar
An unhappy destination

You'll have to wait
Until the lucky day
To undo the mess you made

Jump into the air
The river's getting warmer
Count down to the end
You fall and you ascend

The heat pervades with striking subtlety
The kind you wouldn't miss

They wheel me in
But my recall is weak
Forgive what I omit

Awake in lonely times before the day
And I can't see a thing

You touch the toe
In a discerning way
And fade into the din

Jump into the air
The river's getting warmer
Count down to the end
You fall and you ascend
You fall and you ascend

Will there always be pain in what I see?
Will I always need pain to comfort me?
Will there always be pain in what I see?
Will there always be pain to comfort me?
Will there always be pain in what I see?
Will I always need pain to comfort me?
Will there always be pain in what I see?
Will I always need pain to comfort me?



Credits
Writer(s): Michael James Robinson
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