Underneath U from Underneath U by Low Hanging Fools

It hits me, as I'm hanging
Framed pictures of the boys
As the hammer is missing
With that familiar noise

It's not how it used to be
I think I lost a part of me

My aching bones say otherwise
My heart does still insist
That I don't need alibies
For thirty years I miss

It's not how it used to be
And I can't get used to me

I think i'm growing deaf
In this echo vault
With smog for a ceiling
And glass and concrete walls

I think I'm growing blind
From seeing all this grey
With blinding lights in winter
And petty green in May

But still we gather here
On our concrete island
Amidst a sea of nature
We live in modern life-land

Every human is afraid
Some just more than others
Sometimes pressure makes us great
As killers or as lovers

Love and hate
Differ only in one aspect
Love and hate
It's whom you subject

People gather at the station
To welcome foreign friends
Others need amplification
To rallye for their ends

• Blues
• alternative blues
• folk
• melancholic
• songwriter
• Dortmund