Face in the Book by Mélanie Dowling

 

 

We don ‘t need inspiration to find another way

We don ‘t need politicians to tell us how to pray

We don ‘t need spanish inquisition to wash our sins away

We don’t need to blame pollution to say the world is grey

 

If I tried,very hard I would smile

If I tried,just as  hard I would cry

But who is it for

 

When I find myself isolated & alone

I click my heels & say there’s no place like home

When I realise that all my food has gone to waste

I lock the door & find my space

My face in the book

 

We don’t need no institution to put on extra weight

We don ‘t need no excavation to dig inside our brains

We don ‘t need fashion information to help us look away

We don’t need  your permission to give our soul as bait

 

If I tried very hard I could smile

If I tried just as hard I could cry

But who ‘d  it be for ?

 

 

When I find myself isolated & alone

I click my heels & say there’s no place like home

When I realise that all my food has gone to waste

I lock the door & find my space

My face in the book