The Push

The city is a trap In which we fling our worries And grasp for somebody's promise Of the good life Forever changing plans Restrained by envious spirits And wanting to want to give in And go for the country My love will always be Of vibrant and dense traffic music That fills me up when nothing is expected The push And the shock The handshake that could be changing your direction The mess And the chaos The sounds of someone close to falling apart Don't wake me from the dream Don't shake me from the notion That the day will come And I'll belong and not be lost So far away from hell From unpaid debts and world war Where my bare feet are walking on dew Without treading a needle On a needle The push And the fall The handshake to the change of your direction The mess And the chaos The sounds of someone close to falling apart --- The Push - Kashmir