This world keeps giving us surprises year after year. And we continue getting awed by these surprises. Sometimes good and sometimes bitter. Falling in love without fail is another activity we often indulge in. And surprisingly we soon start thinking; this is the end of the series of surprises. But we all know that there are more surprises in store. Life is amazingly curved or shapeless. Exactly like a cloud that changes shape with every slight move. True to this spirit the lines below are written and sung by one of my favorite bands…’The Killers’. I fell in love with this one when I was walking alone on the sandy beaches of Andamans. Here is the slightly modified version of this great poem..song..prose? Whatever you name it! Dedicated to those who are lost in the song?
When there’s nowhere else to run. Is there room for one more son. One more son. If you can hold on.If you can hold on, hold on
I want to stand up, I want to let go. You know, you know – no you don’t, you don’t. I want to shine on in the hearts of men. I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand. Another head aches, another heart breaks. I am so much older than I can take. And my affection, well it comes and goes. I need direction to perfection, no no no no.
Help me out
Yeah; you know you got to help me out. Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the blackburner. You know you got to help me out. And when there’s nowhere else to run. Is there room for one more son? These changes ain’t changing me
The cold-hearted boy I used to be. Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the blackburner. You know you got to help me out
You’re gonna bring yourself down. Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down.
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier. Over and out, last call for sin. While everyone’s lost, the battle is won. With all these things that I’ve done. All these things that I’ve done. If you can hold on
If you can hold on.