When You’ve Pulled All Your Punches And Lost
When Your Being Is Spent From The Fight
When Your Stone’s Ceased Rolling, Overgrown With Moss
There I’ll Be
When The Pain Of The Truth Is Too Heady
When The Chaos Of The Day Too Much
When The Ifs And The Buts Are Too Many
There I’ll Be
There I’ll Be Cause I Sense When You Require
A Haven From Reality, My Opulent Desire
Will Drench You In Newness, And Selfishly So
Till We Are Drunk From The Infusion Of Giving In To ‘No’
When Will We Succomb Next? A Moment, Day, A Year?
The Calling Of Serenity Will Sound Within Our Ears
When The Walls Start Pressing Inwards, We’ll Taste That Craving Thirst,
We’ll Know The Time Is Right When Our Bubble Starts To Burst