Inside Out
{ words & music by Simon Spire }
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I’ve winged it long enough
All of these close calls are keeping me up
And I think it’s starting to drive me nuts
And it seems about time I got it right but
I’m falling, landing on my feet
An accidental symphony
Why can’t I see in front of me?
I’m guessing every second guessing every time I’m cutting it fine
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It’s all inside out and soon to be sailing but I don’t know how
I’m all inside out and waiting here seeing what it’s all about
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And I want some time to figure it out
A little more before the eleventh hour
And I want someone to be spelling it out
I want to know, want to see transparency ’cause
I’m reaching out, it’s shooting by
It’s getting smaller – maybe I
Am looking behind and side to side as this train keeps rolling on right on time
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It’s all inside out and soon to be sailing but I don’t know how
I’m all inside out and waiting here seeing what it’s all about
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In an accidental, perfect plan
The final deal a winning hand
It’s cutting it fine and one of these times
This whole damned thing will fall out of the sky
And I need some strategy
Not cryptic simplicity
So throw me a bone
I want my training wheels
All this time I need a talking neon sign
I’m running backward, maybe I
Could turn around if I had any idea of forward, back or up and down
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It’s all inside out and soon to be sailing but I don’t know how
I’m all inside out and waiting here seeing what it’s all about
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As recorded on the album ALL or NOTHING:
Simon – vocals, guitars
Ralf Illenberger – keyboards
Eddy Barattini – drums
Zirque Bonner – double bass