Feelings fall through me

[HereSince1628]

apologes to Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova

Feelings fall through me
and always fool me.
I can't react in time
to games that never amount
to more than playfulness burning itself out.

Take this sinking boat and point it home
I've still got time
Raising a hopeful voice; I have a choice
to make it right, now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
know I can’t go back, now.
Moods that take me and erase me
end up painted black
I have suffered enough and warred with myself;
I can’t win for losing
and it's at least time that I tied.

Take this sinking boat and point it home
I've still got time
Raise a hopeful voice I had a choice
I’ve taken it, now...

Take this sinking boat and point it home.
I once had time to raise a hopeful voice
I had a choice, that I made…
Falling short, singing a melody
missing harmony and rhyme.

Take this sinking boat and point it home
I've once had time to raise a hopeful voice
I had a choice, I’ve taken it...