Desire is a Mess

Move into the light
I know exactly what you've done
I am your only hope
I am the inquisition
I am my mother's son
I will walk you through it slowly
I will show you how I roll
I was prepared to turn a blind eye
I was prepared to let it go

But then I saw you in a river
Wading out beyond the reeds
Shouting 'I won't let this pathetic slip of a man
get the better of me'
How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?

How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?

I have been making a purse from this house
here for as long as I can remember
And I've been interrupted
More times than I care to mention
Why am I not surprised?
Why am I not surprisеd by the breadth of the problеm?
Why am I not surprised?
By the scope of the problem?
Well it's something to be said
For the cold hard truth
Does it put your mind at rest?
Does it set your teeth on edge?
I am not at my best
I am not at my best
When I'm presented with the facts
Does it set your teeth on edge?

And both of us know
That desire is a mess
I am not at liberty to discuss this
I am not at liberty to discuss this

And both of us know
I am not at my best
I am not at liberty to discuss this
I am not so easily lead

How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?

How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?
I am not done
I am not done
Written large on the back of my hand
I am not done yet



Credits
Writer(s): David Martin, Alistair Bowis, Simon Fogal, Guy Bannister, David Edward Martin, Ian Dennis Jarrold, Alistair Thomas Bowis, Simon Paul Fogal
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