It slipped my mind.
And for a time.
I felt completely free.
Oh what a troubled silent poor boy.
A pawn into a queen.
I laugh now.
But later’s not so easy.
I’ve got to stop.
The will is strong.
But the flesh is weak.
Guess that’s it.
I’ve made my bed.
And lie in it.
I’m still hanging on.
Bird upon the wire.
I fall between the waves.
I avoid your gaze.
I turn out of phase.
A pawn into a queen.
I laugh now.
But later’s not so easy.
I’ve got to stop.
The will is strong.
But the flesh is weak.
Guess that’s it.
I’ve made my bed,
And lie in it.
But it’s eating me up.
It’s eating me up.
It’s eating me up. (If I could free/feel … )
It’s eating me up. (If I could free/feel … )
It’s eating me up. (If I could free/feel … )