Am I lucky?
Or am I just sane?
Have I been walking round in circles,
Always fumbling your name?
Heard it quiet, at the bottom of my drawer
A heavy conversation that I started to ignore
Here I go
Just one more
If I left it, just a little while
Would these questions turn to answers,
in a neat little pile?
Could I be good,
On my own accord?
Well heaven knows I need it but God’s a different sword
Here I go
Just one more
I feel better
No, I feel awake
Well I’ve been lying in a hook net
Just waiting for my break
Can’t deny it my body keeps the score
But if you tell me that you need it
I can get up off my floor
Here I go
Just one more
Woke up early just a rule I’ve laid
Now my future’s written out
On my Sunday dinner plate
Could I be good on my own accord?
Well heaven knows I know need it
But God’s a different sword
Here I go
Just one more