Genet
Genet, is it still ok
I want to know what you thought, fight what you fought
See how you saw
Or is it all just piffle stuffed with the riffle of your dreams
All that we see or seem: letters on letters from the old machine
You're the real go-getter
I believe in scars, the heart of the rebel
Truth of the matter: did it matter to you?
Genet, I want to celebrate spring,
Early in the fields with the dew on our skin
Coffee to my lips, tapping on the table with my fingertips
We're ok, today is another day
I keep holding on to you
Genet, what is art if art is us
It's a cultural thing, maybe a misunderstanding
Honesty, a magnet to the truth
Can you find in me what I lost in you
I fake a smile
And you will hear that on the end on the
Line your lonely eyes are just like mine
And it's a matter of time, hurry home
I keep a hollow hope to the dial-tone
I keep holding on
I'm holding on to you
Genet, we're in the heart of the game
Grow from the rocks, from the green, from the pain
I fight, because I crave to endow the
Moment, the past, the future, the now
Monet said; 'Find the right light when you paint. Dig inside.'
So I give in to my vowels, to my sins
I cut the grain to harvest you
Genet, let's try to regain
I don't believe in the end of this game
I live, not to be safe, to be right,
It's all or nothing now or we never might
Give me a wave I can ride all the
Way down till we're back with the tide
Love, don't you think it's enough
We're nowhere together if we can't praise what we've got
I, keep holding on
I'm holding on to you