spin me round, i´m blindfold,
once upon a time somebody told me
i was going to be someone, i was s´posed to be someone.
now onw half likes to carry, wants to share,
i want to old the candle,
load the gun for you, only load the gun for you.
but the other half yearns to be living that hard life,
when i´m making breaking rules that are all my own, so
blow winds and come rainclouds, gather over my head.
cracks keep gaping down me,
opening great halls of tug-of-war
where no-one is the champion.
so slice me down the middle,
keep the half that wants to be
your eyes, your arms to fight for you.
´cause this other half needs to be living that hard life.
can you let me squeeze the trigger, can you give me the gun?oh!
blow winds and come you rainclouds, gather over my head.
if i win, are you man enough to claim me? if i fail, will you carry me home?
blow winds and come you rainclouds, gather over my head;
blow winds and come rainclouds, gather over my head.



polly paulusma



*Deviant-Underground