The Ground Beneath Your Feet

Now that since I've found your face in the most peculiar place I don't feel I've anything to prove to anyone else but you And I think of her and she thinks of him and there's no escaping this mess that we're in but its like she's holding court down each street that we walk and as she's drawing all that heat I feel like the ground beneath her feet Glance past a skyline of factories think of that life that was over to you Time, time well there's a funny thing written in black on the back of your hand I still think of her do you think of him and those pills and potions work the same time again and you're counting all the numbers in your waterproof purse and it's not just a chance I have to stay and crawl along and past the ground beneath your feet Do you think of her cos I think of him and there's no escaping this mess that we're in and its like you're holding court down each street that we walk and as you're drawing all that heat I can't surmise or say I wonder what price it is I'll pay to sweep and move the sand from the ground beneath your feet Now that I've found your face in the most peculiar place