My Little Book Of Sorrows - Marc and the Mambas

I left my life in the bottom of a boat

I took a dive over the side

Down with the green slime losing my mind

Blinded by the salt I’m losing my mind

Wrists are tied

But my dreams are on fire

Wrists are tied

But my senses are still alive

Always the weight of my life in my hands

Forever the weight of my life in my hands

You’re always thinking about death these days

Even when you laugh there’s an edge to your smile

The only problem is the method or the way

A barb soaked smile saturated with style

It’s nice to know you’re thought of as the laugh and a half

Nobody sees the shadow you are

Wrapped in the skin that covers all but the heart

Upon your sleeve like a melting spare part

And you lay yourself open to the jokes and the jeers

Just one kind word would mean so much to you

But you couldn’t give a damn as you’ve hardened with years

A word’s just a movement of the mouth anyway

You’re pretty as a picture

And pretty smart too

Now drop the facade that supports the real you

Bleeding like a little boy that’s picked on at school

You will rise up like an angel when you’ve played up their fool

Let them stew in their juices

You were kind to be cruel

And you never let the anger out as a rule

I’ve mapped out my mind

And a crime and a time

My little book of sorrows to help life shine

And it shines so bright that it burns out the eye

It’s memories that are made of this that make you crack and cry

You fend off your body of a million crimes

Shouting: «So many men so many times»

And I always have this image of you sprawled across a bed

With dagger drums flicking from your sedative head

I’m sure you realise life’s lived further on

But there’s not a lot to treasure when the mystery’s gone

Reality will smother your dreams and your soul

When the entrance to your heart becomes another old hole

So I’m taking my dive and I’m taking it deep

To the cool white cave of my tranquilliser sleep

Where I live out the movie emotions instead

And I keep my list of sorrows locked alone in my head

And I keep my list of sorrows locked alone in my head

Could be better off dead

Could be better off dead

Could be better off dead