STANDING STILL
Hours pass like melting glass
Gone the need to be in them
Walls with windows are your desire
Glass and clouds a dimension higher
Your long sight wants to win them

We run up we run down
We run round and round and round
We run up we run down
We run round and round and round

The shapes you see are not for free
Sky made smoke’s grey billows
Choose chairs that point towards the sun
Fixed daily shapes they begin to run
With metals, golden yellows

We run up we run down
We run round and round and round
We run up we run down
We run round and round and round

Rain and shine we’d drink their wine
Yet there’s no points explaining
Country air that’s room-roof still
Of reborn hope, it’s had its fill
And just wants days to rain in

We run up we run down
We run round and round and round
We run up we run down
We run round and round and round
We run up we run down
We run round and round and round
We run up we run down
We run round and round and round

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) Dangerous Ditties 1999.