So like mother to child i just lace myself with lies.

[bowl of oranges]

This small crime i commit
is wrapping you up in fiction,
to prevent your eyes dwelling upon
the facts. In the same way a mother
offers up sweets and chocolate to a crying child
who has scraped their knee upon the coarse floor.

So like mother to child
i just lace myself with lies,
like everything is alright, when
really i know it's not. I just don't want
to enlighten this inquiring mind of yours
to what is really going on.

Let's play our normal games
and lead our normal lives.
You'll not have to worry in the slightest,
because a mind like mine scours situations
more thoroughly than you'll scour dishes.
In attempts to remove the dirt, whatever's in the way.

We'll breath another day.



26/5/07 mw

[bowl of oranges]

wow.

[RoseGuitar]

Your lyrics seem almost forced in places. This piece is good, but your meter seems to enforced. Theres a certain flow to some parts of these lyrics not found in others. Ideas are definally their keep working on it. I see a lot of unecessary words that seem to slow the flow. Try to eliminate these words is my advice.

Never stop playing.

Cheers.

[bowl of oranges]

thanks for the comments, i appreciate the time you took to leave your thoughts.