A Silver Medal - Hand To Hand

Surely you’ll find away to loose the grip and stop the sign

Now play the cards at hand to deal the day of your pretend

Stop and smell the tune of radios lost

Something has called out and punctured my last vein

And when the past fails the winter falls and you’ll remain

Run the race well, one jest I just did

Touché is what I’m looking for

To find all the things I have ignored

Biting the end of bic, under your lamp shade

Slowly these follicles are swept down in your pre-game

Cleary to hide the face, the time restraint to save the fate

Now that you’re breaking you’re shaking

You fade away

Run the race well, one jest I just did

Touché is what I’m looking for

To find all the things I have ignored