A Blank Sheet Of Paper

When you’re down on the floor
The words are stifled
All seen without glasses
Looking only for what’s safe
Looking backwards
I left my instincts guide me
For some reason
I’ll never be paid for
Who buys something for you?
Who really looks at
What you need?
If I’m in the right place
This is the last beat

A new way, drawn on my face
Where are all the clouds?
Fields will be fields
You will see through the window
Will the hills be climbed
Ow will the sky come
Down with the storm?
I lay down where you need
You’re out of my streets
You will not see my soul
Asking for something that you stole
Does it really matter?
Sun, after the rain comes the sun
After the rain I can see the sun
‘Cos after the rain comes the sun
A new blank sheet of paper
And for me it’s done!