Le Facteur - Cecil Otter

Do you feel like no one needs you?

Do you feel like all the joy is gone?

When a bitter dream, cracks through your grinning mask:

Look beyond the shattered pieces

And clear the wreckage

I got a closet full of broken legs that I don’t wanna stand on

It’s planned wrong.

It’s like, «I don’t understand, Mom.»

The same, sad song and dance gone awry, on demand

On the fly, cross the land, by and by, ride or die

Left high and dry, run into the sandbar

Praying for a high tide or a run-in with the land shark

A landmark, anything that signifies a hope

That I’ll be going back to charting open water.

I can taste it

Face it.

It’s time to let the birds out of their cages

I’m out of my patience.

I ain’t seen a lighthouse in ages

Pages are cluttered, I’m undercover

Wishing for a lover, while I’m singing for my supper, like:

And she dances like the ocean

By candlelight.

A fan of my devotion

A phantom of the floating opera

And she honored my system

But I’m the victim

She brought a pax on my wisdom

Blood-drunk with an incurable hangover

And I’m unsure if I’ll stay sober

It’s like, I know it ain’t over

Your heart belongs to me now, but it’s certain to change owners

And it’s that strange odor, more than fishy

That’s got me warped and shifty, fishing in a lost cause

Lock, stock, and two smoking earlobes.

Some third-grade De Niro

With a hero complex, zeroed in and singing

And dancing, for the bullets flying at my feet

While I feed her hunger, she’s harassing me

But I turn it around, casually

Light a match and watch her laugh-factory burn to the ground

She holds that pose, where no grass grows

Just a cold black rose, on an old back road

And she dances like the ocean

By candlelight.

A fan of my demotion

A phantom of the floating opera

And she honored my system

But I’m the victim

She brought a pax on my wisdom

And she dances like the ocean

By candlelight.

A fan of my devotion

A phantom of the floating opera

Why should we be at such desperate haste to succeed?

And in such desperate enterprises?

Look beyond the shattered pieces

And clear the wreckage