Friday, August 3, 2012

Weekend Chilout - Falling at their feet

With world markets falling at the feet and hanging on every word of Ben Benanke and Mario Draghi this week it seemed only fitting that the hot money junkies were left in tears.

You're hiding from me now
There's something in the way that you're talking
Words don't sound right
But I hear them all moving inside you, go
I'll be waiting when you call

Hey and whenever I fall at your feet
Won't you let your tears rain down on me
Whenever I touch your slow turning pain

The finger of blame has turned upon itself
And I'm more than willing to offer myself
Do you want my presence or need my help
Who knows where that might lead
I fall

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