I Am Gaia

When you tell the crowd you're broken, and they clap for more
When you tell the crowd you're broken, and they clap for more
If I ever type another email in my life
If I ever type another, it's too soon
Oh, to find a rhyme
Oh, to find the time
I can't seem to do it anymore
I have lived in this city for so many years
I will die in in this city in many years to come
Oh, about the age
Oh, the golden age
I am Midas
Made of solid stone
Got no place to go
Mеdusa
Oh, my prison, oh my jail
I have every opportunity to gеt out of here with my band
But I don't take it
As soon as I have a way, I'll learn how to spoil things for myself
Shears cut the face
I can't run this race
I am Zeus
And there's people, rushing people
And it's something and it's nothing
And it's all the same
I am holding my son's hand
And he is blethering about playing
I am holding, I am listening, I am twitching
I am Gaia
Don't you fuck with me
I'm bleeding at the seams, but I'm on fire
I've no time for solemn wisdom
I've no time for television
The phone rings ten times a day
I am hurting, I am wanting
I am walking, I am ringing
I am ironing, I am caring
I am singing, I am broken
When you tell the crowd you're broken, and they clap for more
When you tell the crowd you're broken, and they clap for more
When you tell the crowd you're broken, and they clap for more
When you tell the crowd you're broken, and they clap for more