Socrates Lyrics

I wish I could turn away

From Saturdays spent with you

That Sunday afternoons

Weren't made sweeter by your voice

No, I never had a choice

There is a me

A me beyond my senses

Just sitting on my sight

A little laughing Buddha

A little Krishna, a little light

And they sang

They sang your name

Leaving me

No decision to be made

They sang

Come on girl, get close to me

Tell me are you real or just a dream

It's like the suicide of Socrates

Truth is always closer than it seems

But oh, you're older now

And so divine

Now you're crooked

To take place in the light

Molded by accidents

through experience

With your arms out wide

And how those around you have gone

To the weight of the snow

And the winds on cold nights

And you like a river

An ever-changing story in my head

I see it now so clearly

You put back on your shirt

And left the bed

So this poem's for the rooftops

Alone but for the stars

Above their heads

That sang

Come on girl, get close to me

Tell me are you real or just a dream

It's like the suicide of Socrates

Truth is always closer than it seems

Come on girl, get close to me

Tell me are you real or just a dream

It's like the suicide of Socrates

Truth is always closer than it seems

I wish I could turn away

From Saturdays spent with you