Peter Moren My Match
I've sent my dogs to war
Can't shoot them anymore
But I had to let them down
When there's truth to be found
Polite beyond control
In possession of the soul
Though slow enough to catch
I have met my match
And I can't say that I plead guilty of theft
But I agree I've done you wrong
And if there's any solid air in here left
I will inhale it 'til you're gone
Done the town and come
Back home
How did you think that I would react to this?
That I would laugh and make
A face?
And though I'm devastated, beaten to the grave
I laid me down, forgot, forgave
What is left is worth to save
Trust me, I trust you, there's plenty left to do
Regardless of the facts
I have met my match
