No Lazarus

When the shots rang out and the shells tumbled down
All splayed out like Pollocks on the ground
Cold linoleum tiles, well they used to be white
I didn't used to be like this, either

This isn't what I wanted
And I do Need you here
But You're no Lazarus

Not sure who I was
Talking to anymore
Bad News comes
And when it rains, it pours
I can see your reflection in the shimmering pool
Like a match in kerosene

This isn't what I wanted
And I do Need you here
But you're no Lazarus

©Nigel A. Wilson        ASCAP        zero2ten Publishing