CROOKED HEAD

CROOKED HEAD

Living like a stone in a river, all alone
Peaceful at the bottom, while the rest fight not to drown
Sitting while the current of the stream passes me by
Forget about the fighting and the flow as I empty my mind
Living like a fossil, still from the torrent of time
In a broken world, still a stone at the end of the line
My trajectory is so true
They float away and I don't move

Crooked Head

Pulling at the end of a rope, waiting for a sign
Swimming through the flood, so afraid because there is so little time
Always running, always searching always making it a race
So detached like a leaf never fixed to life in place
Getting lost in the shuffle makes you feel so small
Fight against the swell just to throw yourself against the wall
They're all dogs, fighting over the bone
I'm gonna live, I'm gonna leave it alone

Crooked Head