It Just Came To Pieces In My Hands - The Style Council

I stood as tall as a mountain

I never really thought about the drop

I trod over rocks to get there

Just so I could stand on top

Clumsy and blind I stumbled

As I crawled through desert sands

I didn’t stop to think about the consequences

As it came to pieces in my hands

I thought I was a maritime marvel

I believed that I ruled the waves

All I could say is time is motion

And every effort others made I would save

I was a shit stained statue

School children would stand in awe

Truly believed I was a ceiling of sky

Never thought about having flaws

I felt as reverent as Jesus

The sanctimony stunk

I thought I was admiral of the missing fleet

I couldn’t see that I was sunk

I roared my pride in the darkness

I scratched away at the stars

I thought I was lord of this crappy jungle

I should have been put behind bars

But now I sit with my head in my hands

And wail to the weeping wall

The avalanche of my emotions

Holds the audience of one enthralled

Like learning the lesson the hard way

Like a fall from command

I thought I WAS king of the whole wide world

But it just came to pieces in my hands