The Lamb
I wish you meant
What you said
I wish you said
What you meant
I wish I
Didn’t know
This half life
Between the
Shadows
I wish I could
Read you
Like a
Book
I wish you weren’t
The magazine
I didn’t buy
Because
I’d read it
All
Before
There are things
I could tell you
(And have)
Which I could tell
No one else
I wish
These were things
I hadn’t said
And you hadn’t
Heard
Before
We can dream our
Lives
Away
Wishing
Pretending
Floating
And maybe
It’s just
We all
Simply hover
Our lives
A protective
Bubble
Of dreams
And stuff
And nonsense
One reality
None more present
Or true
Or real
Than
Another
You taught me
To be honest
And I learnt
That the truth
Is just a lie
Dressed up as
A wolf
Or a sheep
But either way
An animal
Lost
In its own
Misunderstanding