A Floating Life
(King/P. Gould)

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in your hands there's a photograph 
you look up, she begins to laugh 
so cold as she walks away 
and you know that it's time to pay 
you're caught in a web you spun yourself 
face to face with your failure this very day 
you call out her name you can't help yourself 
but you need love like you need a - kick in the head 

you worked hard for the things you own 
fancy cars and a country home 
gave it all for a glittering prize 
to be a face people recognise 
on the walls of your home there are works of art 
but you stare at the picture - on the floor 
the face of a man with an aching heart 
it's no fun to be famous anymore 

(you said )
this is a sad day 
and I would gladly give it all away 
in exchange 
for a floating life 

shed your tears for a shallow dream 
let your cry be a primal scream 
a song through the mists of time 
a serenade to your concubine 
you were wrong to believe she could set you free 
you're trapped by the trappings - of success 
and you know the she'll never let you be 
'til the world knows the secrets - you confessed 

(you said)
I see her cruel face 
my heart is nothing but an empty space 
and on this sad day 
I would gladly give it all away 
in exchange 
for a floating life 

neither asleep nor awake 
losing control you start to shake 
as the day begins to break 

they're gonna shoot you down in flames 
when that girl starts naming names 
there's nowhere to hide from your shame