It's all history; those time I missed a beat...
lead me to regret but never to pure misery.
Explaining this is forever to be a mystery
and after each occasion I endeavoured to do it differently.

Will I ever see a different me?
With indecisiveness of feathers moving in the breeze;
make my ascension; intentions to break convention
but projections of affection are severed. I see this repeat.

And of course it blows!
Out there - forced off course: exposed.
I know I should do better yet I let her get to my head...
it's inadequate. My courage feels remorse - it shows.

The ways I've seen my stars escaping
is like a dream I can't stop fading.
Their bright beams depart, embracing
their onward flight, keen to touch a darkness; gaping.

Life intervenes and starts to race in;
wrecking the scene I'm far from making
the most of. Queens dance, frustrating
me. I want to scream at just how fast I cave in.

And when the moment's passed
decisions I don't make can leave a hole that lasts.
Seeing you with other men implodes my heart.
Cursing how my mettle seems it's frozen hard.

I can't be known as smart
when I know I should move quickly but I'm slow to start;
should have learned from my mistakes but I don't. I can't
change my ways with women. I've seen loads depart.



I never showed all my deepest feelings
and now my opportunities have been; and
I kept meaning but seizing; leaving
then kicking myself over preceding meetings.


My pen flows with my deepest feelings
describing opportunities I've been in.
I kept meaning but seizing; leaving
then kicking myself over preceding meetings.


Do I get another chance
to try and make a move, then progress a romance?
There's little point in thinking 'bout it cos I doubt it'd
help me out. It's likely I would not get anything above a dance.

I put my hope in a next life.
I envisage us together and I'm holding you just right.
Exposure to your energy - I know it's the best vibe.
Your presence makes me feel like I'm exposed to a blessed light.

When I'm dreaming I'm winning.
I've seen the beginning of me being with women
but life's smug, seeing me believing, and grinning;
enjoying it - forcing me to leave. I'm not willing.

Thinking: hopeless! Singing "focus!
You can do this bredda - it's not instinct, I know. Does
fear take hold? Don't let it sink in! Now, go! Just
don't waste this moment. Think how it could bring in a bonus."


I never showed all my deepest feelings
and now my opportunities have been; and
I kept meaning but seizing; leaving
then kicking myself over preceding meetings.

My pen flows with my deepest feelings
describing opportunities I've been in.
I kept meaning but seizing; leaving
then kicking myself over preceding meetings.


Over and over. Again and again.
I swear I'm moving slower. It doesn't make any sense.
I've got to break this cycle...it's vital I finally
put aside my fears - the frustration's immense.

Over and over. Again and again.
I swear I'm moving slower. It doesn't make any sense.
I've got to break this cycle...it's vital I finally
put aside my fears - the frustration's immense.


I never showed all my deepest feelings
and now my opportunities have been; and
I kept meaning but seizing; leaving
then kicking myself over preceding meetings.

My pen flows with my deepest feelings
describing opportunities I've been in.
I kept meaning but seizing; leaving
then kicking myself over preceding meetings.