Fearless Paroles

Out of my mind, there's no love in there
I move on, move on

Dear God, I wasn't breast fed
And most of my conversations with men seem to revolve around music
I'm no musician but the pain has been instrumental
My sense finally tune the instruments of - of - of
Of being lonely, of being lost, of being loved, of being human
Man I could use a metaphor but I can't get beyond this shit
I could use someone to talk to
But most of my conversations with men seem to revolve around music

I am a poet who composes what the world proses
And proses what the world composes

I am a poet who composes what the world proses
And proses what the world composes

Damned indescion and cursed pride
I kept my love for her locked deep inside Out of my life, out of my hair
Out of my mind, 'cause no lovin' fair
I move on, move on

She had nothing but time on her hands
Silver rings, turquoise stones and purple nails
I rub my thumb across her palm
A featherbed where slept a psalm
Yay though I walked, I used to fly, and now we dance
I watch my toenails blacken and walk a deadened trance
'til she woke me with the knife edge of her glance
I have the scars to prove the clock strikes with her hands

And I don't know what to do
To get it through to you
And I don't know what to do
To get it through
Out of my life, out of my hair
Out of my mind, 'cause no lovin' fair
I move on, move on, I move on