dead or alive
misty circles
An aggressive nature Does not make The weaker man a gladiator Inside this misty circle Well, just looking at you And all your schemes are undone And you just can't pull my ideas down Well, take a good look within And this is no place for me Oh, I just can't get my ideas down They won't come down, down, down, down Look at this mess we're in To You, Lord, I do declare I've got rusted guitar strings, man Wound around my head And lately these days I'm in so many empty spaces I'm transfixed, I see these ugly faces That pull me down, down, down, down Look at me I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree My heads in the clouds, yeah, I get misty Just holding your hand What can you do when you don't seem to fit You fall to bits inside all because of it Blame it on some massive lack of confidence Three years from now where will I be? Who will be behind me Pulling me down, down down, down Well, I'm curious about How I got to be wrapped around The lines on someone's hand Won't you tell me realistically How long can I expect to be Inside this misty circle? Well, what can you do? It don't seem to fit Where can you go? All because just this can cure me This misty circle Look at me I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree My heads in the clouds, yeah I get misty