Many’s the time I ran with you down
The rainy roads of our old town
Many the lives we lived in each day
And buried altogether
Don’t laugh at me
Don’t look away
You’ll follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped
And legs of stone
You’ll knock on my door
And up we’ll go
In white light
I don’t think so
But what do I know
What do I know?
I know
I know you think I’m holding you down
And I’ve fallen by the wayside now
And I don’t understand the same things as you
But I do
Don’t laugh at me
Don’t look away
You follow me back
With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped
And legs of stone
You’ll knock on my door
And up we’ll go
In white light
I don’t think so
But what do I know
What do I know?
I know
Oh and up we’ll go
In white light
I don’t think so
But what do I know
What do I know?
I know
-Bedshaped
Keane, Hopes and Fears
What do I know? Sigh. Well i’m brooding again, and I’m still wondering if the type of stories I read, and the type of TV programmes I watched when I was young influenced the way i look at the relationships I have with others, and the outlook I have towards love especially. Why? Because I’m still seeking that fairy tale ending I’ve always read and watched on TV.
I think maybe my mum’s correct: I should do something more constructive.