Subliminal Freeways
Richard West
I left a note on the bedside table
But all I wrote was a messed-up fable
Maladies, analogies, everything but apologies
The architect of my own betrayal
I found a place I can clear my thoughts
I can finally be alone
But I feel no elation
There’s nothing in my heart
There’s nothing in my heart
No light from isolation
There’s nothing in my heart
There’s nothing in my heart
I closed my eyes to enjoy the freedom
I looked for lies ‘cos I longed to see them
Honesty, hypocrisy intertwined so impossibly
And self-respect is the death of reason
I found a place I can hear my thoughts
I can finally be alone
(x2) But I feel no elation
There’s nothing in my heart
There’s nothing in my heart
No light from isolation
There’s nothing in my heart
There’s nothing in my heart