Headlong

you don‘t want noone to follow you

it‘s hardly possible to not see you

this place is way too small

or maybe you just ask for too much space

ever thought of that

maybe it‘s you and all the things you do

you think you get over it by not facing up to it

you‘re piling up histories, and don‘t get on top of it

you, you‘re high above the ground

you fall headlong back down to earth

in fact you do alright but you‘re not aware

you just pretend that you do not care

you are such a bloody fake

you‘re piling up histories but don‘t get on top of it

you‘re wasting your time by making lists out of it

you're such a bloody fool

mirror mirror on the wall

who is the brightest of them all

not you, this much is true

loves, and lives you had them all

you‘d put at stake your own recall

you‘re such a bloody fool