in between responsibilities and in between the bars
he thought that he had found a place where he could see the stars
and while he smiled the nights away the days were filled by ghosts
it's the simple and the common plays that burn you up,
that burn you up the most
now you've got five crooked fingers, from one crooked melted hand
you've got five lame excuses, you'll supply beyond demand
well stop trying to speak clearly, you will just get in the way
but then again there's nothing much that i have got to say
so i said
ten paces away from the place that you now stand
the man lay softly sleeping that would ruin all your plans
just ten paces away and up above your head
are all the words you'll ever need, from all the books you've ever read
well just two paces away she lay upon my bed
she said she knew not why i did the things, or said the things i said
just two paces away, i suffer, shake my head,
and it'll keep on shakin' till i'm cold and dead
and what good is all this paper, and what good could it bring?
what good are these verses, they will not change a thing
and while we try to laugh it off, there's none of us who'll cope
with this little slip of hell we try to pa** off as a joke
til i took
ten paces away from the place that you now stand
the man lay softly sleeping that would ruin all your plans
just ten paces away and up above your head
are all the words you'll ever need, from all the books you've ever read
just ten paces away
just ten paces away
just ten paces away, and up above your head,
are all the words you'll ever need, from all the books you've ever read.