Tipping the Balance

Tipping The Balance is thank you note to the lowest days and a realisation that they might have actually become useful and in some ways self-defining.

There’s still a massive elusiveness to it ‘what have I become?’. But there’s some acceptance, and a weird kind of pride, like a badge of honour. Realising that there could be some kind of potential which can only be unlocked by crawling through the dark.

Anyway. Made sense at the time.

Lyrics below, with edited out middle eight at the end. Maybe it’ll find a home somewhere else.

Tipping the Balance

The answers soon are gone

And you yourself alone

In this big world.

Those around you fade

Like spirits in the haze

Left with no one.

But all those cracks within you

Open their own truth

They play their part

You call this darkness pain

It’s reframed in the rain

The storms will pass.

Seems slowly

That all that begging to the clouds

Has answered me

And suddenly I’m chasing

All these things

That we

Are so desperate to run away from

Now I’m free

What have I become?

Outside the breeze still blows

Through leaves around this flow

Of why should be

The birds still sing their song

It’s just too distant though

They’re close to me.

But something’s broken here

Right inside my head…

Exposing chaos when

I just can’t cope with it

But I’ll become…

Seems slowly

That all that begging to the clouds

Has answered me

And suddenly I’m chasing

All these things

That we

Are so desperate to run away from

Now I’m free

What have I become?

Now I realise

Flash forward of a life.

Heavenly whispers

Don’t shed any light.

Today I stand

And though your heart is still here

I’m alone with my own mind.