new boys

Were out on a limb.
Should we let the newboys in?
We think they cant do no harm.
Lets humour them.
But they need some passion inside.
They take it like a cigarette.
They feel it when it breaks their minds.
In their lungs and in their chests.
No regrets.
They didnt tell me.
Theyd been there for so many years.
I dont know what to do.
I think I love you, you love me too?
Is it really true.
You cant want me.
You cant need me.
You cant love me, see.
You cant want me.
You cant need me.
You cant have me, see.
Well, I feel like
Im at sea .
The planks beneath my feet.
Inevitably we two must meet again.
But theyre going to extremes.
Theyre feeling quite at ease.
They fight with brain instead of power.
And no-one wins.
Theres no answers.
Now newboys quarrel, theyre ********, they tangle.
A tendency to intellectualise, they wont let things be.
Your conversation locks my door.
Then throws away the key.
You cant help me.