Won't Get Up Again

There is a ghost upon my lips
of which whose taste
I can't resist
to call upon each time I miss
that touch of grace that I long to feel again.

Is there something I don't realize
a hides behind that bed of lies;
that calls me back down to my knees;
that holds me down and won't let me up again?

'Cos I've been here three times before,
to pick my heart up off the floor
and I don't think I can take one more
and I sure as hell won't go back there again.

Even as I try to shake these shackles from my arms
everything about this should be ringing bells alarm
saying don't go back there;
don't get mixed up;
don't get knotted down
'cos you won't get up again.

Move yourself into the eyes
of all those lovers you despise
then you can say with an open heart
that you got knocked down
but got straight back up again.

Even as I try to shake these shackles from my arms
everything about this should be ringing bells alarm
saying don't go back there;
don't get mixed up;
don't get knotted down
'cos you won't get up again.

Carry me not your arms
until those silent bells alarm,
of which your eyes can not disguise.
You will always woe that the next days sun will rise.

Impossible is just a word -
the most ridiculous I've heard
to leave your lips up to this date,
'lets give it all up and leave it up to fate.'

Even as I try to shake these shackles from my arms
everything about this should be ringing bells alarm
saying don't go back there;
don't get mixed up;
don't get knotted down
'cos you won't get up again.

Even as I try to shake these shackles from my arms
everything about this should be ringing bells alarm
saying don't go back there;
don't get mixed up;
don't get knotted down
'cos you won't get up again.

You won't get up again.
No, won't get up again.