Inexorable Songtext
von Mint

In an ever setting mould, Sinatra watching me
I will wear my soul on my sleeve, this way is not my colour
Tarred with the same old brush, the picture painted many times
And I′ll put on my bravest face, don't knock it til you′ve tried it son
Oh no I'm sleeping in my clothes again!

Yeah I think I'm slipping
Is it the sand that′s shifting or me?
This rope′s not gripping
I think I'm sinking slowly down


Now the flickering′s starting to fade, the orange patches blur
And the blinkers loosening now, the light that once was blinding me
Now this view's not too bad at all, don′t know what my problem was
And I can't seem to find the knob, still I′ll keep on trundling on
I think I spoke too quietly again!

Yeah I think I'm slipping
Is it the sand that's shifting or me?
This rope′s not gripping
I think I′m sinking slowly down

Yeah I think I'm slipping
Is it the sand that′s shifting or me?
This rope's not gripping
I think I′m sinking slowly down
Yeah I think I'm slipping
Is it the sand that′s shifting or me?
This rope's not gripping
I think I'm sinking slowly down