Headband | la costa rasa

Headband

Just six words and I’m a dead man, free from artifice and real

Inside a great big fucking nothing, with my ‘me’ chained taut across this wheel

Just one vision of one future, just one promise of one scheme

Just one simple observation, and I’m screaming

When there’s as little left as this. Hung-over from a five year haze

When there’s so little left in range, and lines have etched into my face

and it goes on, deadwood in wake, one simple recognition, one ocean of hate

and it goes on, scratching at the gate, don’t take much to catch this now there’s only the wait

and there’s always here to turn to, with one eye fixed on the clock

Safe among these stupid faces, dreaming of the perfect fuck

and it don’t take long to pick the pieces, don’t take much to catch a smile

Don’t take long to take a picture, and walk it ‘til my hand drives home

and you’ll come again, you’ll come again

When there’s as little left as this. Hung-over from a five year haze

When there’s so little left in range, and lines have etched into my face

And it don’t take long to pick the pieces, don’t take much to patch this soul

Just one more stinking luke-warm bottle and one more passing ice-cold girl

And you’ll come again, you’ll come again

All my catholic days are just beginning to taunt me watch my head grow old

Dizzy morninged solo rider, waiting for the big cold, waiting for the big cold,

Don’t take much to push this over, don’t take much, to loose the fire

Won’t take long ‘til I cross over, one sandwiched name, and eight small numbers

But I ain’t afraid, I ain’t afraid, I ain’t afraid, I ain’t afraid…

And you can talk all night, you can talk all night

You can say what you want and you can talk all night

And you can choke on this, you can choke on this

I ain’t afraid, I just need that strength

I just need a friend, I just need that strength