Lyric Ceasefire

Good luck and lost love s knife
cut a path leading through my life
I weave through the gusts of change
as a kite might through the sky.
I feel down and degraded
like I felt when you and me began to tire
And we stopped long ago
But I thought it was just ceasefire.

I can leave the past behind like any normal man can do
But what I find most of the time
is that I have been left behind you.
I can feel time pushing me forward
so what does it matter what direction I m pointed in?
No one else used to sing my sad chorus
Now I feel that they too have joined in. Bad luck and lucky breaks
cut paths right through our lives
We follow the blind man s bluff
like lorrys follow white lines in the night.
And by our nature we are kept alone
No matter haw long your nails
you can t cut out of the womb.
And if I can t crash off-course
You must be marooned
and we will not be able to go back to
the source of this wound.