When I’m low, and I’m weak, and I’m lost
I don’t know who I can trust
Paranoia, the destroyer, comes knocking on my door
You know the pain drifts to days, turns to nights
But it slowly will subside
And when it does, I take a step, I take a breath
And wonder what I’ll find
Too much blood, too much hate, turn off the set
There’s got to be something more
When Mohammed, Allah, Buddah, Jesus Christ
Are knocking down my door
I’m agnostic getting God, but man
She takes a female form
There’s no time, no space, no law
We’re out here on our own
Guess it’s life, doing it’s thing
Making you cry, making you think
Yeah life, dealing it’s hand
Making you cry and you don’t understand
Life, doing it’s thing
Making you cry now, making you think of
Pain, doing it’s thing
Making you cry yeah, making you sing
Don’t say it, don’t say it’s too late
Don’t, don’t say it’s too late (It’s never too late, it’s never too late)
Don’t, don’t say it’s too late (It’s never too late)
Don’t, don’t say it’s too late
The human condition, the big decisions
The human condition, the big decisions
Richard Ashcroft, Check the Meaning
