My life is so perfect, I must be god
Don’t lay down at my feet or pretend I’m not odd
Don’t patronise me, or follow my rights and wrongs
I’m but an ageless singer singing my song
I don’t know what I was meant to do
But if everything’s perfect, it can’t be true
I’ve got too much power I’m not under control
I can fly over mountains, why do I hide in a hole?
Everyone’s out there, waiting to be met
Why do I hide out here, like the world is a set
and I’m but an actor caught with stage-fright.
Afraid of the dark, and afraid of the light.
Afraid of what I can be, afraid of what I’m not
Afraid of the dreams where I think I’ll be shot
Afraid of the dreams, where there’s power beyond control
Afraid of the perfect life I’ve been bestowed.
I remember sitting, looking at my life, feeling awed.
and I thought to myself: wow. I must be god.