Misty Circles - Dead Or Alive

An agressive nature does not make the weaker man a gladiator

Inside this misty circle

Well, here’s looking at you

And all your schemes are undone

And you just cna’t pul my ideas down

Well take a good look within

And this is no place for me

Oh, I just can’t pull my ideas down!

They won’t come down…

Look at this mess we’re in

Oh Lord, I do declare

I’ve got rusted guitar strings, man

They’re wound around my hair

And lately these days

I’m in so many empty spaces

I’m transfixed I see these ugly faces

That pull me down…

Look at me, I’m as helpless as a kitten up a tree

My heads in the clouds, yeah I get misty

Just holding your hand

What can you do when you don’t seem to fit

You fall to bits inside all because of it

Blame it on some massive lack of confidence

3 years from now, where will I be?

Who will behind me pulling me down?

Well I’m curious about how I got to be wrapped around

The lines on someone’s hand

Won’t you tell me realistically

How long can I expect to be inside this misty circle?