You're not unlucky, you're just not very smart. These things will never leave you - they're as close as you can get To a blueprint for the future - but you can call it fate. It's like these days I have to write down almost every thought I've held, So scared I am becoming of forgetting how it felt, And these fears they will unravel me one day, But still I am afraid.
But I'm blessed - Just to be, more or less - Standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left. Oh blessed - Just to be, more or less - Standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left.
Now you're blessed amongst all women, Now a man who's very good, He tells you how you feel until your life is understood, And he leads you through it arm in arm as though There was a map to guide the way. Now you write because you love him, now you write because he's kind, You write so much, you look up and you wrote yourself behind, And you're standing in a labyrinth of paper and the map has been erased.
But you're blessed - Just to be, more or less - Standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left. Are you blessed? Just to be, more or less? Now you're standing in the afterglow of rapture, but there is no rapture left.
Oh come, and we will celebrate the things that make us real, The things that break us open, and the things that make us feel Like these accidental meetings up and partings of the way Are not so much our choice but in the blood of how we're made, It's like the way I have to write down almost everything I see, So that the record does obscure the thing the record used to be, And I know I'm not unlucky, I was just born this way.
But I'm blessed.
Now a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisles, The baby born with teeth looks at its mother and it smiles, And we all fall down Like wind blows through the paper forest. And a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisles, The baby born with teeth looks at its mother and smiles, And we all fall down As wind blows through the paper forest.s And a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisle Alarm clock fingers turn they're counting seconds like they're miles And you say, "wake up now, 'cause I can see no paper forest."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
