Chris Cresswell One Hundred
When I catch a break
I'll bring it home to you
You can take the sharpest blade and cut off this here noose
When my arms won't work
When my eyes fall out
I won't have a single thing to piss and moan about
They'll always be you
You and all your friends
And how they each deserted you or did you desert them?
I don't want to talk
About it I'll just sing
A hundred songs for someone who doesn't deserve a thing
Whoa ah oh who ah oh whoa ah oh oh oh oh oh oh
When all this snow melts
I won't have a dream
I can't latch the fingers to what I will finally be
Removed from the words
The sound of these dead streets
The mirror images of home always thought I'd leave
The sun is coming up
I'm fighting gravity
It seems there's always something new and someone always leaves
The strength to sort this out
May not be in me
But I'll surround myself with open arms and smiley teeth
I am losing grip right through their hands
I am jumping down down down
