Stress

Why does my heart beat in my throat ?
why does my stomach get tied up
in knots and do I feel this anger
as if my innards were fried up ?
Why is every word like acid
and every question a reproof ?
Why does everyone seem hostile
or distant or perhaps aloof ?

      Stress, making a mess
      of my mind and of my heart (3x)
      stress, making a mess
      of everything we are

Why is my breath the bottom-line ?
Why is your dream the final limit ?
I can't relate to what love is
to all the wonder that's within it.
And every word I say is wrong
and all my feelings go awry
and for the world I could not say
or even think or guess just why

      refr.


1989. Met muziek van Ludo Mariman op diens LP later CD You never know what's yours.