The Paradox

I’m a Saint, I’m a sinner,               

Not sure which one’s the winner,

Perhaps one day I’ll know

It’s your perception shapes the show    

An each way bet the sliding door

But can what’s changed be changed far more

And if what’s changed before is changed again

Did it really change at all; does blood still flow in the same veins

So can I close the sliding door

And then what’s changed shall echo more

Buying one thing not the other,

You’re in one shop, me another

Am I eclipsed by the Sun             

Or shadow overcast by someone            

And must the Stars realign, for you to re-assign

The role I want to play, in your grand design

I know I’m weak and I know I’m strong                  Sometimes I’m right       Sometimes I’m wrong

The wind is hot and blows for so long                      I missed you but didn’t know until you were gone

I missed you but didn’t know until you were gone

There’s a tunnel at the end of the light                  I’m on a train so long no end in sight

Another day it might feel wrong                                               Tonight my message is too long

Tonight my message is too long

About how I feel when I hear your voice                               And wonder why you made your choice

The paradox of life is what I haunt                           The more you love me the more you want

But when you know me, you know what not to want

Breaking news like a breaking heart                        I pretend not to care right from the start

But then I phone and hear your voice                     A perfect beginning but you made your choice

A perfect beginning but you made your choice

The paradox of life is what I haunt                           But when you know me, you know what not to want

So how do I buy a train ticket to get back              Or is my luggage always on the waiting rack

Yet the wine flows uphill in the dining car             While I look for my bridge too far

While I look for my bridge too far

No need to staunch clear blood that’s not yet flown

But still Bastille must be overthrown

But when you know me, you know what not to want

But when you know me, you know what not to want

I’m a Saint, I’m a sinner,               

not sure which ones the winner

Neither one thing nor the other,

I was in one shop; you were in another

Sometimes I think about the life that I have lead                                              

Some storms, some daylight, some greed and bread

Do I still have a reason here                       

Or is my purpose served my dear

Am I standing here eclipsed by Sun

And when solar shadow sets, will I still be here to run

I’m a Saint, I’m a sinner

Not sure which ones the winner                              

Neither one thing nor the other,

I was in one shop; you were in another