Chorus
This is not my story
That you've hidden in weft
In the false of glory
There is nothing left
But sorrow inside you
And somebody to hide you
In your story
That is just not mine
Verse 1
I felt I needed some talking
I felt burning fires of anger
I was paralyzed when I must have been walking
My ship was wrecked with its own anchor
Verse 2
It's always fun tilting at wind-mills
But only if that was not you
Staring at twister through windshield
Tasting bitter tears as honey dew
3.03.2014