Power Is a Lonely Place Songtext
von Thea & The Wild
Power Is a Lonely Place Songtext
His future is dark
His past is a hole
He′s broken he's lost
His body and soul
I′ve watched all his friends pass him by
His load is a river
That he needs to cry
Oh come let me help
I'm watching you fall
My hands and my feet are no longer bound
Oh why so afraid of losing face
I've told you that power is a lonely place
I have told you that power is a lonely place
He washes his words
Yet nothing is clean
No man ever was so spiteful and mean
The watch on his wrist tells time and a tale
His load is a whirlwind
He needs to exhale
Oh come let me help
You′re digging a hole
I know you want out, away from it all
But why so afraid of losing face
I′ve told you that power is a lonely place
I have told you that power is a lonely place
He picks up his pace
He tidies his house
He packs up and leaves his children and spouse
Their meeting is long
They write down a law
Forbidding the things that he never saw
And never again will he be alone
The road that he walks is paved with gold
They sit holding hands, the chosen, the few
They're faking a future, believing it′s true
They are faking a future, believing it's true
His past is a hole
He′s broken he's lost
His body and soul
I′ve watched all his friends pass him by
His load is a river
That he needs to cry
Oh come let me help
I'm watching you fall
My hands and my feet are no longer bound
Oh why so afraid of losing face
I've told you that power is a lonely place
I have told you that power is a lonely place
He washes his words
Yet nothing is clean
No man ever was so spiteful and mean
The watch on his wrist tells time and a tale
His load is a whirlwind
He needs to exhale
Oh come let me help
You′re digging a hole
I know you want out, away from it all
But why so afraid of losing face
I′ve told you that power is a lonely place
I have told you that power is a lonely place
He picks up his pace
He tidies his house
He packs up and leaves his children and spouse
Their meeting is long
They write down a law
Forbidding the things that he never saw
And never again will he be alone
The road that he walks is paved with gold
They sit holding hands, the chosen, the few
They're faking a future, believing it′s true
They are faking a future, believing it's true
Writer(s): Thea Glenton Raknes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com