Rhythm Pur Nr 43

Verse 1

Heavy feet

Cold iron tracks under bone

Pockets filled with scrap and loose grit

Tangled up

Chasing a ghost in the gray

Waiting for the wind to carry my name

Carry my soul

Carry the weight of the rain

Chorus

Oh it is not simple

Nothing is ever quite simple

Living is hard

Living is fast

Nothing is ever quite simple

Drop

Living is hard

Nothing is simple

Verse 2

Knot in the thread

Trying to find the tail of it

Blood under nails from digging too deep

Wired tight

Static on the airwaves now

Nobody remembers how to be still

Lost the map

Buried the compass under the floor

Thinking back to the shore

Chorus

Oh it is not simple

Nothing is ever quite simple

Living is hard

Living is fast

Nothing is ever quite simple

Drop

Living is hard

Nothing is simple

Bridge

Maybe it is just a game

Maybe it is just a mountain

Maybe it is just a grave

Too many doors

Not enough hallways to run

Locked in the maze of my own making

Chorus

Oh it is not simple

Nothing is ever quite simple

Living is hard

Living is fast

Nothing is ever quite simple

Drop

Living is hard

Nothing is simple

Living is fast

Nothing is simple