You say "Hold on to the reigns" I say "Let them go tonight" My brain waves Confused between what is and ain't She cries "Groundless and free"
Tired of the water Tired of the wine Tired of the future Tired of time Tired of the madness Tired of the steel Tired of the violence Tired of me
Used steel Used steel am I What was pliable in love Is now hard and crystallized The intellect is fine For counting money And recalling times That she cried, "Groundless and free"
Hope is a letter that never arrives Delivered by the postman of my fear