You sour yourself with all this
Then watch yourself slowly slipping down
To the depths of deep, dark, dull and dangerous
With no-one else around

Then build yourself around this
Fashion the walls out of your own bones
And the chains of loss, last, least and listless
With no-one else at home
With no-one else at home

I've often felt the same sort of emotion
It drizzled with the drabness that I'd consume
But one thing I've learnt is it takes you nowhere
So turn the tide see hope resume

And fly yourself above this
And watch yourself coming around
To the heights of big, bad, brave and beautiful
Where everyone comes around