My Fickle Resolve - The Stranglers

Sometimes you can’t tell fact from fiction

Lies from glory, contradictions

Running through everything

It never seems to make much sense

The way you keep me in suspense

And you deliver exactly nothing

I’ve often thought when faced with you

It’s gonna take some strong voodoo

To wipe the slate clean, all dirts plead

But the sincerity you fear

Just makes you much harder to hear

Than a butterfly in an air raid

And my fickle resolve will be

The death of me one day I’m sure

You can’t suppress if you adore

They’ll always keep you wanting more

You see my problem?

Well, it’s yours, too

I’ve often punched above my weight

And wound up feeling less than great

When live incanted a promise

If feeling like a rubber band

When all of the elastic’s dead is normal

Well I’m a loose man

But sticking to the points I’ve made

Can sometimes seem so dull and staid and formal

A moose stam

And my fickle resolve will be

The death of me one day I’m sure

My fickle resolve

My fickle resolve

My fickle resolve

My fickle resolve