#69: Slip

This song is a Jon Dhama original. We've learned to collaborate in a way where he takes my songs and makes them more listenable and I take his and make them...well...less listenable. So this is the latter,  a variation on a song Jon wrote a few years ago, orchestrated for the band that we're creating and infused with the essence of storm clouds and a hint of the Gulag. 

I woke up feeling kind of down today, starting thinking of my life, it seems the simple life's getting old. What's the story should I prove it all again, that burning bridges burn so bright, and intuition might, save our souls. Exactly what I fear will happen always does, ending speculation that I'm fine, if read between the lines, you'd know. That every time I get warm I get cold again, whenever I find beauty I go blind, I wasted my head start off the line. Every time I get close I'm shot down again, seem likes every time I try, I start to lose control. I wonder what will happen when I'm old? And certain situations get the best of me. Trying to believe I wouldn't fall...slip and lose it all. Slip and lose it all.