Texty: David Gray. Harder.

Can't recall the moment when the doubt
Ripped your face
Or put my finger on quite when the fog
Took your place

Now we've been beating on it 'til we're black and blue
Just what good exactly is it gonna do
Always so much harder
So much harder when you have to try

Could we at least agree upon the size
And the shape?
The relative dimensions that the lie
Ought to take

For your delectation a scenario
Taken so much further than it need to go
Always so much harder, always so much
If we could get away just for a week or two

Baby, let it burn the way it used to do
Always so much harder
So much harder when you have to try
Have to try

And if the ground should open up
And swallow me, it would not stop
That minute hand from ticking off
The minutes 'til the penny drop

Not a breath of wind and not a cloud
In the sky
All the better then to watch the world passing by
Passing by, yeah, passing by, passing by