The Conversation

He had his mothers eyes

Left her dissatisfied

In a trick of light

Live through the lens of another life

And it's the realisation

The condemnation

A protection of truth

Mothers words, twisted and turned

A new definition of truth

He could not believe his eyes

Whole new world so mystified

From somewhere deep inside

A voice so cautious

Within reason and in time

It's the realisation

The correlation

Somewhere in the conversation

You're blinded, you can't see, what their keeping up from you

Reminded internally, burning down so deep

You're blinded, you can't see, what their keeping up from you

Reminded internally, burning down so deep

Tell yourself a story now

A testament to slowing down

That's all it's needing now

Whether pressure better

When you've got your doubts

And it's the realisation the conversation

Once unlistened unlearned

Mothers words untwisted unturned

Clarity emerge

Tell yourself a story now, a story that I need

Tell yourself a story now, a story that I need

Tell yourself a story now, a story that I need

Tell yourself a story now, a story that I need

Tell yourself a story now, a story that I need

Tell yourself a story now, a story that I need

And all, I can see is waiting for the world to fall for me

And all, I can see is waiting for the world to fall for me

I'm blinded, I can't see, what their keeping up from me

Reminded internally, burning down so deep

I'm blinded, I can't see, what their keeping up from me

Reminded internally, burning down so deep

Said you're burning my soul deep

Burning down so deep