Brent Walsh - 13 lyrics
[Brent Walsh - 13 lyrics]
In the middle of a field
Of swaying wheat grass
There stands a man in a suit waving
Just a slight guesture of a hand
His eyes were a squint as
If somewhere before his
Gaze and mine meet his sight is stolen
His blank stare accented by dry
Slightly parted lips that look
Like gasping for
Breathe is a hobby long lost
Below the steel beneath my feet begins
It's subtle but growing vibration
And i'm to captivated by the image of
This lost soul to take any notice
Suddenly his weight becomes free
From his prior self-confusion
Becomes one of fond farewell
The mans face now brightened with a smile
As pure and genuine as his eyes
Which had turned a color to match his suit
It's as if life had graced this
Man with a replica of birth
I didn't feel the initial
Contact of the train nor did i feel any pain
Or even slight discomfort
I now lay on my back 13
Feet from where i last stood
The man, a distraction a lonely detail of an
Elaborate self conconsius decoy
The ground swells with water
Until my body along
With the wheat grass are fully consumed
And i become just another meal
Don't be distracted by the man in the suit
He is but the pawn of lifes dirty work
Of swaying wheat grass
There stands a man in a suit waving
Just a slight guesture of a hand
His eyes were a squint as
If somewhere before his
Gaze and mine meet his sight is stolen
His blank stare accented by dry
Slightly parted lips that look
Like gasping for
Breathe is a hobby long lost
Below the steel beneath my feet begins
It's subtle but growing vibration
And i'm to captivated by the image of
This lost soul to take any notice
Suddenly his weight becomes free
From his prior self-confusion
Becomes one of fond farewell
The mans face now brightened with a smile
As pure and genuine as his eyes
Which had turned a color to match his suit
It's as if life had graced this
Man with a replica of birth
I didn't feel the initial
Contact of the train nor did i feel any pain
Or even slight discomfort
I now lay on my back 13
Feet from where i last stood
The man, a distraction a lonely detail of an
Elaborate self conconsius decoy
The ground swells with water
Until my body along
With the wheat grass are fully consumed
And i become just another meal
Don't be distracted by the man in the suit
He is but the pawn of lifes dirty work