With the oldies playing nearby, I’m alive on the edge of living

Doubting if it’s worth the try to keep enjoying the losing giving

 

The sweet taste of mediocrity piles onto a heel of wheat

Livin’ on the heat of withdrawals, and the milk of south G street

 

When the taking is always off

And I find myself lost

I’ll be hanging by the door

Lookin’ for the morning frost

 

And you said, ‘Eat!

Not enough to try

‘Cause good luck with livin’

You barely taste and then you die.’

 

Am I breaking the rules? It always sounds so good

A life grown up in music, and love the only thing told I should

 

It feels like you have my hand

I’m here but need you if I fall

The moments where I’m lost

Are when I need you to call

 

Peering out at the gates of this circus existence

Food-vendors steal my focus, and I meet you on the terrace

 

‘You can do anything here, and you chose to eat?

Well that’s great for you, but I don’t like bittersweet.’

 

‘You’ll get one fill, and it will be your last

I think I see god over there, so I would rather fast.’

 

Breakdown the heartbreak

The mistake in the heartache

You turn to run and fly

As life flashes before my eyes

 

So this taste is all I’ll ever know

And you were never enough

I didn’t try to be more than me

But you were able to be so tough

 

And in the end you shone alone, while the heat of my meal burned away

But a song stayed in my heart, as it was since the very first day