Our Simple Minds

Look at you
You could cut the tension with a knife
This cutlery
Silver spoons to mock and woo my poor simple mind
Doesn't have the guidance to survive these fruitless fights
Can we just leave it all behind?

But who gave you the right
Cutting your severed line
The doves will fight to pass the time

Evenings sifting through your convoluted mind
You'll never find
You could never see your light
Could you be loved
And is it enough?
And is it ever enough to quench your thirst

Look at you
I can hardly recognise your smile
It's all alright
You've hardly touched your cyanide
This appetite
Isn't even close to satisfied

Your simple mind
Overflow with deathly ill advice
When you cross the line
Destiny's so unkind
Soap will not cleanse
So close your eyes