Grunge-flavoured singer-songwriter & home-studio artist based in Warwick, UK
Lyrics
A balanced acceptance of all is what you want
A furtive autarchy of sorts is what youve got
Throw away all our freedom to speak out whats in our heads
Step in time to a requisite world dance thats meaningless
I can feel it coming round again (dont start the fire, baby) - fire
Holding in any contradicting stance for fear of recompense
Holding back any honest cognisance to stop their false offence
I can feel it coming round again (dont start the fire, baby) - fire
Praying for another time, when reasoning is not condemned and brushed aside
If you pay your dues and toe the line youre getting taken for a ride
A balanced acceptance of all is what you want
A furtive autarchy of sorts is what youve got
I can feel it coming round again (cant stop the fire, baby) - fire
