Keep It
The world lives in your front room
You're sitting happy in gloom
Fate worries you, you will not give her room
You give credit for might, inspiration and sight
But you miss the point
You wont join the fight
You think to use is to lose so you're clinging, pulling, pleading
Try and keep it safe
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
You're feeling a loss but you're not fit to make it
You're offered so much but you're frightened to take it
It never was really proved, never was understood
But there really is no virtue in the good
The shouting's so loud that they'd do better to mime
You're deafened and you cannot hear the rhyme
But secrets in whispers pull you, try to tempt you
Try and keep it safe
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
Youre feeling a loss but you're not fit to make it
You're offered so much but you're frightened to take it
You beg for help and advice, how to handle your life
But you dare not move, you cannot pay the price
Chances slip, you just chatter, flatter, forget what matters
Spout your lines, read all your books
You hear the sounds, miss all the hooks
Your best is what you least understand
You hate the graft, wont join the race
You're scared to scar your pretty face
Safe now cos your head is in the sand
Keep it...
You're sitting happy in gloom
Fate worries you, you will not give her room
You give credit for might, inspiration and sight
But you miss the point
You wont join the fight
You think to use is to lose so you're clinging, pulling, pleading
Try and keep it safe
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
You're feeling a loss but you're not fit to make it
You're offered so much but you're frightened to take it
It never was really proved, never was understood
But there really is no virtue in the good
The shouting's so loud that they'd do better to mime
You're deafened and you cannot hear the rhyme
But secrets in whispers pull you, try to tempt you
Try and keep it safe
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
Youre feeling a loss but you're not fit to make it
You're offered so much but you're frightened to take it
You beg for help and advice, how to handle your life
But you dare not move, you cannot pay the price
Chances slip, you just chatter, flatter, forget what matters
Spout your lines, read all your books
You hear the sounds, miss all the hooks
Your best is what you least understand
You hate the graft, wont join the race
You're scared to scar your pretty face
Safe now cos your head is in the sand
Keep it...
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Archer, Geoffrey Blythe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Live at the Royal Court Liverpool 2003
- Rarities Edition: Too-Rye-Ay
- Kid Jensen Session: Dexy's Midnight Runners (1980)
- John Peel Session: Dexy's Midnight Runners (26th February 1980)
- Too Rye Ay (Deluxe Edition)
- The Projected Passion Revue
- It Was Like This
- Searching For the Young Soul Rebels
- Too-Rye-Ay
- Don't Stand Me Down
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