Pressure Towards Hedonism

There's a pressure towards hedonism
Throwing it all away
I've grown up with cocaine
In the news every day
And I can't match my shoes
With the pieces they sell
It seems to me
Like it's going to hell
In a masquerade as truth
The loss of innocence and youth
And the trials, they go by in the crew
The media to pay its due
For selling what you cannot buy
I dunno, I had to try
To be the last one on the stoop
The breath of air, the fresh, recoup
And I'll never land where they're saying
Coz I'm still taken with praying
Each and every night to a God I love
I'm not sure if He is above
Or everywhere all around
Omnipotent as the sound
Of my own breathing
And the needing
Escapes into the air
Almost as if it wasn't there
And I smile
At you across the fifteen mile
Between us both
You get the horse and we'll take the coach
Just to go up the hill
Your magnificence never will
Cease to amaze me
C'mon, baby, save me
Or is this just an illusion
Fighting the tide of confusion
That weathers the land
The Irish say, it'll all be grand
Meaning okay
I still love you in that way
Even though you infuriate
And that date
Was something to come by
Now it's all open sky
And I have to be grateful
That you boxed the hateful
As "I don't mean it really"
And I found something steal me
Away into hallowed halls
Over bridges and brick walls
Into a peace that will never end
Do you think you could be my friend?

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