A Question of Degree ( A Question of Degree Single 1979 — Harvest)
A Question Of Degree
Once a question of degree Now circumstances corner me Demanding my attention Leaving little choice Posing several questions Distilling in one voice Confusion not in words
I didn't want a problem I didn't simply fall out I was thrown at great speed From a passing car I didn't touch the ground Till I landed at your door Oh don't touch my luggage
I can easily (surely) manage To struggle inside
I hide my shaking Thus protect my pride I can surely manage To tremble/struggle inside Gathering myself And spreading it around Rivers are submerging Flowing underground
I can easily (surely) manage To struggle inside
Can I really manage To survive outside? Can I really manage To survive outside? Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?