Oh Lord, I am so tired.
I traipsed your rugged narrow straits,
Knocked in vain on heaven’s gates, oh Lord,
I am so tired -
I don’t want to walk here anymore
I don’t want to walk here anymore
Oh Lord, I am so hungry!
Your manna gives a junk food thrill
That masks the pain but does not fill, oh Lord,
I am so hungry -
I don’t want to eat here anymore.
I don’t want to eat here anymore.
And so this testament in songOh Lord, I cannot hear you
Attempts to chronicle the wrong.
I did a shaman dance on the surface of a hole.
Where firm reality should be
I stood on stark vacuity.
It’s not your fault,
I was the one who chose the role.
The Sirens now have all been drowned
I can’t generate that soothing sound, oh Lord,
I cannot hear you -
I cannot be soothed anymore.
No, no, I cannot be soothed anymore.
And to my friends so true so longOh Lord, I cannot feel you.
I don’t blame you for what went wrong.
I did a shaman dance on the surface of a hole.
Where firm reality should be
I stood on stark vacuity.
It’s not your fault,
I was the one who chose the role.
Imagination’s magic touch
Has fallen on its broken crutch, oh Lord,
I cannot feel you -
I just can’t believe anymore.
I just can’t believe anymore
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