DEADLETTER

Mere Mortal
Rumbles from the bottom of another afternoon That feels empty, lost, abandoned, on its arse, without a hope And the least assuming corner’s sense of misery increases All that’s clung to is what could be round that corner Yesterday’s an age away and age won’t take this force away A force which has ability to cripple, beat and stamp And stamp it does, and your chest’s a foot outweighing what’s been felt And hope returns but manifests itself as want for somewhere else What’s a mere mortal to do? (to do) Sеarching far and wide kick up a fuss, a storm, a frenzy Leavеs one flustered and starved as though there is no other page to turn Cause everything seems blank without an explanation’s cradle And that corner still implies another greeting’s on the table And this greeting, though a prospect, might just keep one upright Like a set of crutches set aside for optimists to walk with And the foot that pins your body to the ground might in significance reduce Because a foot’s far from eternal What’s (a mere) A mere mortal (mortal) to do, to do? What’s (a mere) A mere mortal (mortal) to do, t-t-t-t-to do? Questions seeking partners SongtexteNot always in existence Without them, keep up questions And find the comeback that suits you If it comes pushing let it through Straight as an arrow, loop-de-loop And find your own two ones make two What else? What’s (a mere) A mere mortal (mortal) to do, to do? What’s (a mere) A mere mortal (mortal) to do, t-t-t-t-to do? (What’s) What’s a mere mortal to do? (a mere mortal) What’s a mere mortal to do? What’s a mere mortal to do? (What’s) What’s a mere mortal to do? (a mere mortal) What’s a mere mortal to do? What’s a mere mortal (to do) to do? Aus Songtexte Mania