David Gray. Flesh. What Are You?. Zeneszám

What are you?
What are you becoming
What have you become
Once you sang your own song
Now your dancing to the same drum
What have you become

What is that you're wearing
Moneys ugly confidence
Sacrifice the poem of your imagination
For these pounds and pence

Me I'll take the cynics role
Throw scorn on your empty mime
I've seen the monotonous world
Make the dull what used to shine
You lost interest, you lost your spine
That's fine, fine, fine

When there's nothing left
On this plate you're handed
You'll find yourself running the gauntlet
Of all these double standards
It's very thin ice over which your skating
And after this black winter, the thaw

What are you?
What are you?
What have you become?