Friday, November 29, 2002

Square One

This is the start
You pick up the parts
Kindle a spark
Before it gets dark

You make up your mind
To love what you find
The first is the last
The future is past

Go back to go
Replay it slow
You're back to square one
When all’s said and done

Pick up the bones
the one’s that you own
put down the poem
the one that you owe

Yeah back to square one
And up with the sun
Keeping your peace
Resisting the least

And you think that the weight of the world is all dumb
And you think that the villans have finally won
And you think that the history lied to itself
And you feel like you’re probably somebody else

Stars steal the scene
Shooting the sky
Nobody’s seen
It’s shooting but I

Back to square one
Yeah back to square one
Back to square one
Yeah back to square one