History

Its like the pages that you ripped out from the middle of your diary
That I kept inside a book beside my bed
And though I promise not to read them its increasingly unlikely
that Ill ever find my way inside your head
without looking, without reading them
And it terrifies me thinking youll discover my dishonesty

Oh no, its not what you need to see,
Oh no, were tangled emotionally by the past,
never be free til the last moment

Its like the iron boots of doubt that stop you leaping over fences
standing in between the forceps and the grave,
And were living in an age when just a subtle shift in tenses
makes you history before youve learned to shave
Past imperfect, future wonderful,
and it terrifies me thinking that thats all theres ever going to be

Oh no, its not what you need to see,
Oh no, were tangled emotionally by the past,
Well never be free til the last moment

Yesterday was sad and lonely for me and all my friends,
Now we all resent the threat of passionate ends, ooh, what a way to go

Oh no, its not what you need to see,
Oh no, were tangled emotionally,
Oh no, its not what you need to see,
Oh no, were strangled emotionally
Oh no, its not what you need to see,
Oh no, you know that well never be free of the past
Well never be free til the last moment

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