Lyrics
Here are the lyrics to the songs from 'Almost Here', and the b-sides to the singles taken from that album. Once again, we'll be putting them up a bit at a time, so check back. Here's episode 4:
Lyrics reproduced by kind permission of Chrysalis Publishing
Some of us don't want to know
The places you go
Some of us don't want to
feel
The cold that lies beneath
We are not your scapegoat
And we are not your crutch
Come down from up on high
Seek out your friends
With a little extra time
You will find that
Tomorrow never comes
And yesterday never leaves
Yeah we know its not your
fault
You burned us alive
And that you were not the
first
To set your sights too high
You are not our teacher
And we are not your priests
Come down from up on high
Seek out your friends
With a little extra time
You will find that
Tomorrow never comes and
yesterday
Never leaves your side.
A thousand ways to fool yourself
Are there if you want it
There if you want it
A thousand ways to ruin yourself
Are there if you want it
There if you want it
Inside of you I think
There's a medicine that sticks
With a little extra kick
Inside of you I know
There's a medicine that stinks
And a thousand ways to make-believe
you're clean
We could pretend that you
are on the one true path
We could be happier
But it's not what you need
Hurting all the way to bliss
Its alright if you are late
There's plenty of time
To start again
This is only the beginning
Plenty of time
To start again
If you ask enough someone
always gives
Someone always helps you
out
With chemicals and compliments
Instant happiness if you
want it.
When I was alone
I felt so cold
It was hard to keep from
shaking
I found someone
And I couldn't move
I couldnt breathe
And you try to tell me
That were almost here
That weve almost made it
How can I be somebody new
When I see my own reflection
There's a problem, I can't
solve it
The only way out is too hard
now
There's another one when
this one's gone
Can't send it along
You can't send it along
And it's all I've got
And it's not enough
And it's time to reason out
my mind
What's a problem soon forgotten
Catching up with me and talking
Of a hero's so-called perfect
life
Can't send it along
And this time who's alone
Thinking of ways to keep
my time from running out
Thinking of ways to keep
my pride from running out
So many reasons I can't give
For running out
Keep my head down but I still
know
You can't send it along
The shrine is located in the
front room of the house
For some unknown reason
It's been neglected for too
long
You claim it's not a problem
but I take it all so hard
So when is it a problem if
you push it all so far
Higher than reason is nowhere
My soul is defended by the
will to stay alive
For some unknown reason
I can't keep that will for
long
It all needs rebuilding
And my hands are scratched
and scarred
So when is it a problem if
I take it all so hard?
If you lived here in my place
Would you eat off my plate
Or throw it aside and curse
your ugly fate?