Simon

Simon

Impossibles (The)
(album: Return)

he wakes himself up with a monkey wrench, straightens out his spine,
he does it all the time, everytime.
no matter how hard he may scrub, he´s just rubbing it in.
he washes his hair with a bar of soap, but it doesnt get it clean.

its like a smack in the face, or a shot in the arm,
he doesnt appear but he doesnt do any harm.
he´d rather just sustain in his comfortable routine,
his comfortable routine and a mad magazine

he´s got a ball point pen tattoo on the skin streched across his bones.
theres nothing worse than being in a crowded room,
and feeling all alone
he´s got a ball point pen tattoo on the skin streched across his bones.
theres nothing worse than being in a crowded room,
and feeling all alone

sits on the curb from dusk till dawn, he´s peeling off his core,
ripped up and torn
its better living through chemistry, its an escape,
its a vulnerability, and then the twilight comes