The Conversation

He had his mothers eyes Left her dissatisfied In a trick of light Live through the lens of another life And it's the realisation The condemnation A protection of truth Mothers words, twisted and turned A new definition of truth He could not believe his eyes Whole new world so mystified From somewhere deep inside A voice so cautious Within reason and in time It's the realisation The correlation Somewhere in the conversation You're blinded, you can't see, what their keeping up from you Reminded internally, burning down so deep You're blinded, you can't see, what their keeping up from you Reminded internally, burning down so deep Tell yourself a story now A testament to slowing down That's all it's needing now Whether pressure better When you've got your doubts And it's the realisation the conversation Once unlistened unlearned Mothers words untwisted unturned Clarity emerge Tell yourself a story now, a story that I need Tell yourself a story now, a story that I need Tell yourself a story now, a story that I need Tell yourself a story now, a story that I need Tell yourself a story now, a story that I need Tell yourself a story now, a story that I need And all, I can see is waiting for the world to fall for me And all, I can see is waiting for the world to fall for me I'm blinded, I can't see, what their keeping up from me Reminded internally, burning down so deep I'm blinded, I can't see, what their keeping up from me Reminded internally, burning down so deep Said you're burning my soul deep Burning down so deep