Everything Shakes
I'm stuck in the time when everything shakes
And I know there's no time here to learn from mistakes
The darkness describes us and leaps from the books
Left scattered beside us whilst everything cooks
Oh, I want to lay low, but they won't let me go
It feels as though, I'm thrashing around in glue
Stuck in the flow
The pride that misleads us, the esprit de corps
Crippled by leaders, and scalded by war
They ask what the stench is, as we gaze at the black crow
That I plucked from the trenches a century ago
I want to lay low, but they won't let me go
And I t feels as though, I'm thrashing around in glue
I'm stuck in the flow
I tried to explain exactly where I'd been
And not to describe exactly what I'd seen
The sound of the battle screams in my blood
Ground down by the axle in the mud, in the mud
Oh, I'm weary to leave here, I've seen how the land lies
When all that's conceived here is dust in our eyes
The cries of the new-born echo in space
The crow passes lightly and laughs in my face
Oh, I want to lay low, but they won't let me go
And it feels as though, I'm thrashing around in glue, stuck in the flow
Oh, I want to lay low but they won't let me go
And I'm stuck in the flow and it feels as though I'm thrashing around
And I know there's no time here to learn from mistakes
The darkness describes us and leaps from the books
Left scattered beside us whilst everything cooks
Oh, I want to lay low, but they won't let me go
It feels as though, I'm thrashing around in glue
Stuck in the flow
The pride that misleads us, the esprit de corps
Crippled by leaders, and scalded by war
They ask what the stench is, as we gaze at the black crow
That I plucked from the trenches a century ago
I want to lay low, but they won't let me go
And I t feels as though, I'm thrashing around in glue
I'm stuck in the flow
I tried to explain exactly where I'd been
And not to describe exactly what I'd seen
The sound of the battle screams in my blood
Ground down by the axle in the mud, in the mud
Oh, I'm weary to leave here, I've seen how the land lies
When all that's conceived here is dust in our eyes
The cries of the new-born echo in space
The crow passes lightly and laughs in my face
Oh, I want to lay low, but they won't let me go
And it feels as though, I'm thrashing around in glue, stuck in the flow
Oh, I want to lay low but they won't let me go
And I'm stuck in the flow and it feels as though I'm thrashing around
Credits
Writer(s): Neil Dalziel
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