What Happens Now? - Kitchens Of Distinction

Draw me something,

Draw the line

connecting what we did to what happens now.

I don’t understand how we changed

not sure I’ll ever know.

It’s all circles, colliding spheres,

I closed off, chaos appears.

Once we were all smiles and plans,

and dressing up to go

playing outside playing cars,

now it’s all been tamed, I yell

«Don't stop!

Don’t leave me here!

Don’t stop.

Won’t get caught again.

You can’t go.

There’s no sense anymore.»

A tap of tears and a veil of guilt

taunt me now.

Growing growing growing gone,

years pick up speed again.

Throw me pointers,

no more jibes.

There’s this ancient knot inside my chest.

It works it’s way into my throat.

Will not let these stories out.

Refusal works, it always wins,

too much thought, too few grins.

Chorus

Free you say, free to roam,

but down below

Father, Mother, always guiding,

pointing out a world I refuse to know.

Don’t Stop!,

say it’s all OK.

You say, «Where's the ache of freedom?

Where’s the devil’s whispers?

This is the sweetest pain,

run and run and run and run.

Jump up as far as you can, shake your head

and breathe.»