Gunnar Madsen Follow

Feel the benefit, mental arithmetic
I waited by the staffroom
In time for benediction

Living a law just short of delusion
When we fall in love, there's confusion
This must be the place I waited years to leave

To our voices nobody's listening
We shiver in the rain by the touchline
Then a coach ride to the station
My Lord, the carriage awaiteth

Living a law just short of delusion
When we fall in love, there's confusion
This must be the place I waited years to leave
This must be the place I waited years to leave
And how, how long?

I'm listening to the words I thought I'd never hear again
A litany of saints and other ordinary men
Kneeling on the parquet, whatever has gone wrong?
The fear and feeling hopelessness, I don't want to belong

I dreamt I was back in uniform
And a candidate for examination
History, someone had blundered
And a voice rapped, ‽Knuckle under"

Living a law just short of delusion
When we fall in love, there's confusion
This must be the place I waited years to leave
This must be the place I waited years to leave

And how
And how
How long?

Feel the benefit, mental arithmetic
I waited by the staffroom