The Enemy

My head is on the clouds
And I don’t get it
And so I’m fashionably numb
Sometimes it helps to forget
Where we come from
Out of the mire we were torn from
Remember
Out of the fire again
But I’m an ember
But it’s upside down
But I’m tongue tied now
Don’t try to follow me
I would
Hold you down if I could
Make you the enemy
I would
Let you down
We washed misunderstood
But then the gallow gave way
Sometimes they call after you
But you say
Don’t try to follow me
I would
Hold you down if I could
Make you the enemy
I would
Let you down
I hold you down
I hold you down
I hold you