Shower Me with Brittle Punches
IAN HUDSON, JOHN PETER ASTON, MICHAEL ASTON
Shower me with brittle punches
Rain them on me
The time I spent was fruitless
Futile it seems
Huh!
Huh!
But, as I reach so endlessly
The straws are short
Love seeks, there's no speak
There's nothing left
What for, what for
I'm scared, I'm scared, and I'm lonely
(Hanging around, we're tortured by the sound
of failure in our ears, our deaf ears)
Now you push me
Hugging, hustling, hurling all
As we strain the cold
Strangles you and I
Huh!
Huh!
Now, you've reached me,
Now you hold me lifting me again
The simple drums have seized me
I've no choice
What for, I don't know what for
I'm scared, I'm scared, and I'm lonely
(Hanging around, we're tortured by the sounds
of failure in our ears, turn a deaf ear)