Paralysed

Screeching finger nails across the room
Desperate clawing in the dirt
Scratching spacemen on the cavern walls
Searching for the second word
I don’t know what I’m waiting for
Am I dreaming, did it die a long time ago?
 
Ch: Paralysed – Waiting for the shot between the eyes
I’m waiting for the time to come to set me free
 
Don’t be frightened of the mysteries
I remember what she saw
The night is still and calm, the stars are bright
Like the calm before the storm
We’re in the eye of the hurricane
And I wish the skies would crack and the rains come on down
 
Ch: Paralysed – Waiting for the shot between the eyes
 
(Sullivan 1980)

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