the other side

there ain’t no up there’s only out
no running left if you’ve got gout
can’t find the hole to crawl and die
just kick the body to the side

you’ve got to choose there isn’t time
to ponder on what’s yours and mine
i have the truth somewhere outside
but i’m too tired to run

you’re far too sure, you must be wrong
you don’t struggle all along
it’s just shell if it is strong
and i won’t knock to see inside

your sweet little songs won’t wet my appetite
your sweet little voice is too pure to be right
your soft little hands are just too clean
your big green eyes ain’t seen what i’ve seen
if you understood then you’d agree
there simply isn’t hope for me

just turn me upside down to smile
or do one of your pretty handstands
you can be the one to make the plans
you can be the one to make the plans