Confusion

Yes your will’s going wild

Can’t stop being a child

Full of hate for its fate

And the reign of mom and dad

Yes you want what they had

        Men kill themselves on drunken trips

       women do it in relationships

       we’re all the same

       it’s just a game

       all the ruses

       of excitement and illusion

       all the fuses

       that we blow in our confusion

Yes minds go astray

At the end of the day

They lose track and go back

To a place of their own

Where they can feel alone    

Where they remember

The fire and its embers

The fashion of passion

But they get lost in thought

And their love comes to naught

     refr.



1996