14-6-10
It’s that flash you see out the corner of your eyes
that you have to hold on forever, never let it fall
from your two hands, you might just never find it again,

oh, what a, oh, what a mess
I have found myself immersed in,
oh, what a, oh, what a mess
I have found myself the creator of,
oh, what a, oh, what a mess.

It’s the pull you feel as it slips through your fingers
that you have to get a grip on, never let it fall
from your two hands, you might just never find it again,

oh, what a, oh, what a mess
I have found myself immersed in,
oh, what a, oh, what a mess
I have found myself the creator of,
oh, what a, oh, what a mess.

It’s the strain in your arms as you tug it all back
and ‘I’ll never let this go now that I’ve got it’
in these two hands, I will keep it pinned to my chest,

Don’t you keep your head buried
in your palms, won’t you keep your head
where your hands are, and then your head,
your wrists, your throat, your hands,
your heart might just stay intact.

oh, what a, oh what a mess
I have found myself immersed in,
oh, what a, oh, what a mess
I have found myself the creator of,
oh, what a, oh, what a mess

and oh, what a story I will have to tell
oh, when I realize these hands can
lift this chin, these eyes to a level
oh, where I look at the world, unafraid.