Being Human by The People The Poet Lyrics
I've been searching for the symmetry that I once called home
But there's no lines of symmetry here just lines of coke
A stench of alcohol and the walls are yellow from the smoke
A portrait is all that i own but it won't cover the cracks and the holes
And even that a man dressed in black came and stole
So i changed the keyhole twice with man made parts
Although my door leads to nothing more than an empty room
There was a timе when there was lеssons to be learnt
The pupils would look outside through the holes in the roof
To a world I once looked to for the truth
It's been a while since I stood outside looking in
The air is hard to chew and I am filling up like a hot air balloon
The river flowing east is bitter cold
No longer can I see the stars for the glitter and gold
There must be something in the atmosphere
Drawling lines and gravity near
I saw my life so clear in the bottom of a tear
What good is seeing the sky for not a single star?
How beautiful is the human body, really? Without a single scar?
It's the cracks in the walls of symmetry that make us distinct
Have you ever noticed that its fear that makes you blink
But it's the tears that keep your eyes open and help define
That I am only human
I am 21 living within the gloom
I am an old man sitting within the bloom
Although I am blind to a world I cannot see
Ironic as it sounds in this moment of clarity
I can see the stars, I can see the scars for all of those memories
But there's no lines of symmetry here just lines of coke
A stench of alcohol and the walls are yellow from the smoke
A portrait is all that i own but it won't cover the cracks and the holes
And even that a man dressed in black came and stole
So i changed the keyhole twice with man made parts
Although my door leads to nothing more than an empty room
There was a timе when there was lеssons to be learnt
The pupils would look outside through the holes in the roof
To a world I once looked to for the truth
It's been a while since I stood outside looking in
The air is hard to chew and I am filling up like a hot air balloon
The river flowing east is bitter cold
No longer can I see the stars for the glitter and gold
There must be something in the atmosphere
Drawling lines and gravity near
I saw my life so clear in the bottom of a tear
What good is seeing the sky for not a single star?
How beautiful is the human body, really? Without a single scar?
It's the cracks in the walls of symmetry that make us distinct
Have you ever noticed that its fear that makes you blink
But it's the tears that keep your eyes open and help define
That I am only human
I am 21 living within the gloom
I am an old man sitting within the bloom
Although I am blind to a world I cannot see
Ironic as it sounds in this moment of clarity
I can see the stars, I can see the scars for all of those memories