Cold, wet and salt-stained leather on my feet
In my right and inner pocket, an enormous amount of heat
All compressed in a software suit and tie,
tight dressed, unwillingly these looks don’t lie
How can bad hardware produce so much steam?
You can tell it on the beep if the signals mean
Sometimes naive I must admit I can’t escape my goal
It’s like impossible to not attempt to save his soul
But its not the mother-Mary part Om playing here,
when feelings are real it´s not compassion- it´s fear
It´s come to a point where I don’t even know
if me being in his life even helps anymore
What could he be doing when he´s on his own
I’m in a constant relationship with my cellphone
But I know, when I know, that I know to back off
Communication sometimes is like a bad cough, and I’m thinking
What can I do?
Say what can I do but keep on hoping?
Say what can I do but keep on hoping?
Now what it is- is a long and slow suicide
Unbelievable to witness and not going under thru the ride
Weeks with a constant concern inside
Watching this kind of slip- and slide
And still keeping his sense of pride
An underground justified worldwide
See em in no windows- these kinds of buds you got to hide
A constant search for tactics I haven’t tried
Back in the game then pulled off side
Bay-watching him while he´s swimming in the high-tide
In large areas I know I’m unqualified,
and I’m terrified to misguide…
some days so tired that I’m cross-eyed…
But I’m trying to keep it bonafied
Gotta keep it bonafied…
How do I keep it bonafied?
Do, what do you do?
Say what do you do but keep on hoping?
Say what do you do but keep on hoping?
Aint no right or wrong side when your trying to keep it bonafied
Aint no right or wrong side when your trying to keep it bonafied
In the end no words of mine can fully explain
what it is to fight someone’s self-inflicted pain
Fighting Him for Him
Loosing Him for Him
Keep the cut above the water where the sharks swim
I love him to life- he´s struggling to live
Some days my instincts are so damn primitive
Boundaries are necessary
But so is space
See to it to not be carving lines on my face
See to it to not be cleaning signs of his case
See to it to now and then resign to my base
See to it to try to keep a loose shoelace
See to it to let it be a warm embrace that will greet him when he straighten up
That will meet him when he level out
Patience without the comfort zone... I´m alone in this one I´m alone…