The Poison I Swallow - MIST, Rick Treffers

The Poison That I Swallow

Won’t work until tomorrow

I want you I want you

I want you to know

That the poison that I swallow

And the heartbeat that I follow

Aren’t meant to end up solo

And dance the ego go-go

The poison that I swallow

Won’t work until tomorrow

Though calmness is on furlough

All open-ends are closed

There is no show like our show

There is no soap like our soap

There is no soul like your soul

There is no soul like my soul

There’s no such a soul like a common soul