Foolish Frayed and Fading Interlude
You´re not the man
With the tool kit longing to fix my foolish
Frayed and fading edges
To make me more expensive

You´re not the man
With the golden tongue
Longing to make everyone
Marvel at false confidence
Cheap blows soaked in false opulence

You´re the saviour in our fable
The fresh flowers on my table
You´re the boat upon rough waters

Oh, you´re the Bedlam
You´re the Bedlam
Amongst my order