Uneven & Brittle - Peter Murphy

I stay away when you burn me like fire

I’m unmatched as I’m lazy, you spit as you say

I get crushed by my dreams that I clawed and begged for

It’s myself I deceive

I got all I asked for

If I wait in deep sleep

There’s nothing there to pray for

Uneven and brittle

Is there fruit on our tree?

Those altered dreams that I saw there now look back at us cracked

And loving care notions break as they retract

It’s the morning here now, there’s some peace, but no laughter

It’s myself I deceive

I got all I asked for

If I wait in deep sleep

There’s nothing there to pray for

Uneven and brittle

Is there fruit on our tree?

The spirit master from whom we spent

I sit now & see, all mine was pretence

Eh

Eh

It’s myself I deceive

I got all I asked for

Uneven and brittle

Is there fruit on our tree?

It’s myself I deceive

I got all I asked for

Uneven and brittle

Is there fruit on our tree?