Testo Slow Down

When everything runs at a hectic pace and you wonder if you'll ever pay your debts And you wonder if you'll ever be the kind of person you always wanted to be And you wonder why red lights make you so angry? And you say when I finally get a grip on this axe of mine I'm gonna chop down all the bad fruit that's hanging on this vine I'm gonna see the sun not hide in this well of depression, hate and self absorption But there I go singing about myself again I'm sick of talking about myself why don't you talk about me? Please lick my wounds treasure my wounds Then try to fill this black hole I think is a cross shape When I try to sleep at night I feel like a traffic cop try'na hold Back all the traffic of thought that sits like a peak hour madness in My soul and I spin like some sick kind of ferris wheel tipped On the ground and spinning around Slow down why don't you slow down You will find your way if you slow down Words & Music Paul Colman