Lines of Symmetry
Sometimes you sound like you know what you’re saying
And it’s gold among the sand
Sometimes I sound like it’s not me that’s talking
But a foriegner shaking hands
Sometimes when you’re set to automatic
Your skin begins to rust
Sometimes I think i’d like to try my luck
But my dice are ground to dust
Awake and ready
I’m waiting, test me
We are symmetry
Across the divide
Perfect symmetry
But i want you on my side
Now that I’m drawn with crayons from your box
In the colours that were on your mind
I have my coordinates, but a compass and map
Are proving hard to find
Now that we’re back in the trenches we left
For a no-man’s-land respite
I will try to remember and hold my fire
If you’re in my line of sight