recovery
Recovery
tape-deck-heart - 3:28
Blacking in and out in a strange flat in East London,
Somebody I don't really know just gave me something
To help settle me down and to stop me from always thinking about you.
And you know your life is heading in a questionable direction
When you're up for days with strangers and you can't remember anything
Except the way you sounded when you told me you didn't know what I should do.
It's a long road up to recovery from here, a long way back to the light.
A long road up to recovery from here, a long way to making it right.
I've been waking in the morning just like every other day,
And just like every boring blues song, I get swallowed by the pain,
And so I fumble for your figure in the darkness, just to make it go away.
But you're not lying there any longer, and I know that that's my fault,
So I've been pounding on the floor and I've been crawling up the walls,
And I've been dipping in my darkness for serotonin boosters, cider and some kind of smelling salts.
On the first night we met you said "Well darling, let's make a deal:
If anybody ever asks us, let's tell them that we met in jail."
And that's the story that I'm sticking to like a stony-faced accomplice,
But tonight I need to hear some truth if I'm ever getting through this.
You once sent me a letter that said "If you're lost at sea,
Close your eyes and catch the tide my dear, and only think of me."
Well darling, now I'm sinking, I'm as lost as lost can be,
And I was hoping you could drag me up from down here towards my recovery.
If you could just give me a sign, just a subtle little glimmer,
Some suggestion that you'd have me if I could only make me better,
Then I would stand a little stronger as I walk a little taller all the time.
Because I know you are a cynic, but I think I can convince you,
Because broken people can get better, if they really want to,
Or at least that's what I have to tell myself if I am hoping to survive.
Darling, sweet lover, won't you help me to recover.
Darling, sweet lover, one day this will all be over.
Somebody I don't really know just gave me something
To help settle me down and to stop me from always thinking about you.
And you know your life is heading in a questionable direction
When you're up for days with strangers and you can't remember anything
Except the way you sounded when you told me you didn't know what I should do.
It's a long road up to recovery from here, a long way back to the light.
A long road up to recovery from here, a long way to making it right.
I've been waking in the morning just like every other day,
And just like every boring blues song, I get swallowed by the pain,
And so I fumble for your figure in the darkness, just to make it go away.
But you're not lying there any longer, and I know that that's my fault,
So I've been pounding on the floor and I've been crawling up the walls,
And I've been dipping in my darkness for serotonin boosters, cider and some kind of smelling salts.
On the first night we met you said "Well darling, let's make a deal:
If anybody ever asks us, let's tell them that we met in jail."
And that's the story that I'm sticking to like a stony-faced accomplice,
But tonight I need to hear some truth if I'm ever getting through this.
You once sent me a letter that said "If you're lost at sea,
Close your eyes and catch the tide my dear, and only think of me."
Well darling, now I'm sinking, I'm as lost as lost can be,
And I was hoping you could drag me up from down here towards my recovery.
If you could just give me a sign, just a subtle little glimmer,
Some suggestion that you'd have me if I could only make me better,
Then I would stand a little stronger as I walk a little taller all the time.
Because I know you are a cynic, but I think I can convince you,
Because broken people can get better, if they really want to,
Or at least that's what I have to tell myself if I am hoping to survive.
Darling, sweet lover, won't you help me to recover.
Darling, sweet lover, one day this will all be over.
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A full pot never spills….(“Nirakudam thulambilla”- In Malayalam)……. I admire you the deepest of my heart……… Thank you>>> thank you so much for spreading so much happiness, so much music,…and that too with so much humilty…thank you…………
A humble fan from India
One day i will meet you and get your autograph