An Elegant Mess - John Wesley

Your eyes float left with every single word you say

And I grow deaf from all your ringing in my head

The calm that’s left makes for the door and then slips out

The prosecution rests it’s case and takes a bow

You just stare… stare…

Look at me, look at me now

Got to get back to zero somehow

Face down mining the depths

No hope but to confess

You are an elegant mess

Tremendous weight falls on the shoulders of the dead

We bury truth and live in make believe instead

Look at me, look at me now

Got to get back to zero somehow

Face down mining the depths

No hope but to confess

Look at me look at me now

Got to get up from nothing somehow

Face down out of my head

No hope but to confess

You are an elegant mess

Look at me look at me now

Got to get up from nothing somehow

Oh, left alone minding the dead

No hope, no hope

Look at me look at me now

Got to get up from nothing somehow

Face down out of my head

No hope, no hope

Look at me look at me now

Got to get back to zero somehow

Face down mining the depths

No hope left to confess

Look at me, look at me now

Got to get back to zero somehow

Face down out of my head

No hope but to confess

You are an elegant mess