2. The Russian Futurists : Paul Simon

There’s this one word, it’s called comfort
It’s the strangest, most dangerous place I could hide

It’s a wonder this cold comfort
Hasn’t hollowed and swallowed you and I from inside

You’re my first want on the worst nights
My gut knots up, my heart bursts like
A piñata pops, this has gotta stop
Watch the water drop from clouds, it sure rains a lot

And I’ve felt how a heart melts down
I’m so burnt out; I’m a shell now
It’s the worst of lows, it’s the first to go,
It’s the last to come back when the sun melts the snow

What I’m giving you is taking
Lots of lying and some faking
Have I gone too far? Am I too far gone?
I’ve been up all night and fight to keep out the dawn

And we’ve felt how our hearts melt down
We’re so burnt out; we’re a shell now
It’s the worst of lows, it’s the first to go,
It’s the last to come back when the sun melts the snow

Written by: Matthew Adam Hart