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grendel is in the eyeliner again
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(it just felt like a good day for an old-school song-lyric blathe out of the blue, so to speak and this song has been bouncing off the inside of my skull quite a bit in the last couple of weeks)
CUTS YOU UP
I find you in the morning...
after dreams of distant signs
You pour yourself
over me
like the sun
through the blinds
You lift me up
and get me out
Keep me walking
but
never shout
"Hold the secret close",
I hear you say
You know the way
it throws about.
It takes you in
and spits you out
It spits you out
when you desire
to conquer it,
to feel you're higher
To follow it
you must be clean,
with mistakes
that you do mean
Move the heart,
switch the pace
Look for what
seems out of place
Yeah
on and on it goes,
calling like
a distant wind
Through the zero hour we'll walk
we’ll cut the thick
and break the thin
No sound to break,
no moment clear
when all the doubts
are crystal clear
Crashing hard
into the secret wind
You know the way
it twists and turns
Changing colour, spinning yarns
You know the way
it leaves you dry
It cuts you up,
it takes you high
You know the way
it's painted gold
Is it honey?
Is it cold?
You know the way
it throws about.
It takes you in
and spits you out
ohh, ooohhh cuts you up
la-la…
You know the way
it throws about
It takes you in
and spits you out
It spits you out
when you desire
to conquer it,
to feel you're higher
To follow it
you must be clean,
with mistakes
that you do mean
Move the heart,
switch the pace
Look for
what seems
out of place
ohhhhhh…..cuts you up
And now I find the special kind
You, yourself, like sun through blinds
You lift me up and get me out
Keep me walking but never shout
It's okay... it goes this way
The line,
it twists,
it twists away
Cuts you up, and spits you out
Keep you walking, but never shout.
©1990. Peter Murphy, Paul Statham
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