basel 2-timer
I’m stranded on a bridge.
Help's a no-show.
Me and the city
Are cut by the water’s flow.
Small Basel one side.
Big Basel the other.
Both have true loves of mine.
There’s no other kind of lover.
I’m stranded on a bridge lost in the flow of my mind.
Trapped on love’s ridge in the flow of time.
Ancient words cry out, “This has happened before”.
They didn’t know then what it was all about.
I don’t know any more.
One love cuts light like a tumbling waterfall.
The other cuts night.
You swear you hear revelation’s call.
Basel can’t you cut me a little pity
And for just one day be a dry desert city?
Both sides I win
But just what’s not easy to say.
Both sides I lose.
It ain't good to always have it your own way.
I’m stranded on a bridge.
Only the river knows the end.
It loses itself in the ocean to renew itself again.
Life's on one side.
Same thing's on the other.
Standing still you can still slide.
And there’s no place to find cover.
People walk to both sides,
Effortlessly.
I’m stranded in the middle
Wondering when the future will find me.
Basel can’t you cut me a little pity
And for just one day be a dry desert city?