Gun Shy
As I saw it no-one called it
Breathe in, hold it, wash over, ignore it
Step back, shaken, voracious, I know
Fully loaded, too anxious to let go
Come down, see now
The rancor that pours out
Comfort is sought out in ways that bring us down
Reach for the wrong side, we'd hold it, but it's gone
Fully loaded, too gun shy to let go
We look to them for wisdom, but they don't know
Are all sides cut off?
No-one else to let go of
See now, all that comes off
When we pour out the venom we've known
Crawl out, can't undermine
Can't fall in line, we'd fall apart
Fully loaded, fully empty of all heart
Autor(es): Tim Crabtree
