We stand on uncertain ground We always did We had just not noticed before We search for certainty In all the wrong places In the ephemeral stuff of life And all it gives Is a false sense of security Underneath which, Left unexamined, Is a core of anxiety
WHO STANDS ON NOTHING
WHO STANDS ON NOTHING
WHO STANDS ON NOTHING
We stand on uncertain ground We always did We had just not noticed before We search for certainty In all the wrong places In the ephemeral stuff of life And all it gives Is a false sense of security Underneath which, Left unexamined, Is a core of anxiety