Foolish, Frayed and Fading (Interlude)

You´re not the man

With the tool kit longing to fix my foolish

Frayed and fading edges

To make me more expensive

You´re not the man

With the golden tongue

Longing to make everyone

Marvel at false confidence

Cheap blows soaked in false opulence

You´re the saviour in our fable

The fresh flowers on my table

You´re the boat upon rough waters

Oh, you´re the Bedlam

You´re the Bedlam

Amongst my order