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 3 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 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 knocked down cos you wonÄt 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. 

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.'