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Fixerman
04:05
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Verse 1
I can't be a fixerman
Cos all I've got are broken hands
Broken feet and broken backbone too
So I leave it to the whims of fate
I'll just watch and sit and wait
Till some other man comes and takes you
Verse 2
You may think this is a front
A ruse to get what I want
But believe me I don't like to stay in chairs
You should try this body of mine
You'll soon learn that it's not fine
To have demons crawling in around your hair
Chorus
What have I done to deserve this?
Did I deserve all the blame?
Maybe it's Fortune playing her little game
"This one too shall be lame."
Instrumental
Verse 3
I've took a liking to the knife,
The rope, the gun to end this life
But broken hands don't hear a broken will
When you threaten that you'll leave
I'll wear my heart upon my sleeve
And hope this broken heart will finally still
Repeat Chorus
Maybe I should take all the blame
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Little Street
03:20
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It's been a while since then
Half a year's gone by
I hide it in the corner
But it always catches my eye
Maybe it was the way I spoke
Too afraid to speak my mind
Maybe I wasn't strong enough
Too afraid of what I'd find
So I go, so I go, to a land that is unknown
So I change, so I change, but things remain the same
So I walk down to the little street
Where we were supposed to meet
And though time's passed by, I still wonder why
I can't really let go of you
I guess I don't want to let go too soon
I tell all my friends not to say your name
The wound it's cut is too deep
I'd love to say that it's helped me out
But I still find it hard to sleep
Cos the wound it's cut is too deep
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I've been stuck in the mud
For what seems like an eternity
I've been stuck in the crud
These legs don't want to get free
I keep twisting and digging and clawing away
But the mud just wants me to stay
The more I fight, the more I lose
I wish I could get rid of these shoes
I wish I could stop the world
And I wish that I was strong
And I always wish I could get the girl
But the world keeps moving on
She's walking on the path
I yell but she doesn't hear
Maybe I'm too far away
Maybe she's ignoring me
She seems to be walking quite quickly
She goes like a bullet train
Ignoring the hail and rain
I fall flat on my face, get put in my place
Caught in this losing race
A race that is never done
A race that just can't be won
And the world keeps rolling on
And the world keeps moving on
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Sai Choo London, UK
Sai went around far and wide and ended up exactly where he started.
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