Chris Orbach: Songs

April

(Chris Orbach)

April

With a blue sky for a ceiling
And a dandelion floor
A cloud inside me’s got me feeling
I don’t belong here
I get a week or two in limbo
For every day I spend in hell
From the claws of your attention
To my room in this hotel

And I’ve been down
Just as down as I can be
Trying to find a way to the truth
Around what everybody wants to see

You say I mean so much to you
And you won’t even pull me through
Well I’m sick of being strong
Oh please, cruel month of April
Take me in your deadly arms
‘Till the pain is gone

Not gonna be a stage
To put your plays on
Not gonna be a page
To scratch your rage on
You say that I’m the beam
Your whole life leans on
But I’ve been nothing but a screen
To show your dreams on

And that’s hard
You don’t know how hard it’s been
Trying to live the way that I do
In the shrinking space
Where you end and I begin

You say I mean so much to you
And you won’t even pull me through
Well I’m sick of being strong
Oh please, cruel month of April
Take me in your deadly arms
‘Till the pain is gone

Hold me till the pain is gone