Bad Timing

(Lullaby - Elbow)

 Bad timing
Or; how I'll always be sorry

As I drive through the night. A torrential thunderstorm poring down, battering the ground and my car. Thunder shards flying through the sky, as if the world were to tell me something. 

And I think to myself, If your heart was a star shaped fortress, with walls reaching high, surrounded by moats, a bastion to which I exposed the holes. And I am sorry, that now after it has been repaired it has become a masterpiece of engineering.

A case of bad timing, where I had so little grip on it. Thinking, hoping I was stronger, thinking hoping I had the strenght the confidence in my feeling as I had before. Realising to late that I don't just fly across walls with wings, but a balloon.

Swept away with strong winds, I find myself far away, a drift. Incapable of steering. As the water under the wheels of my car becomes higher, and all that I see is the world in flashes of lightning. As life and memories flash me by. And I have no other choice, to go inside. Put cups underneath the leaks in my windows. And wait,

wait until all this blowing over finally stops. And see what is left of my world.