Soften

Rob Dickson

Compositor: Rob Dickson

Leading to the bed on the carpet
A trail of lights through the darkest night
Now they're showing me the way to the screen
Where I learned how to love like a gainful machine

To the sound of a bird with no thoughts and no words
Just like the end of a song that goes on too long
And I turn to see the look on your face
Unplugged on a drug, I can't remember your name

Hold me close, I've forgotten
Let me go, help me soften

Now I've seen all there is to see
And I often wonder: How hard can it be?
To stop relying on that simple release
The kind of satisfaction that can put me at peace

When I look down at the sprawl of my life
From a mountain of memories unsold, and obliged
I stumble to my knees and I crawl
Just like a bag of old bones I won't remember at all

Hold me close, I've forgotten
Let me go, help me soften
Hold me close, I've forgotten
Let me go, help me soften