not your coordinating agent


and now that i’m stuck
in the middle of your ashtray
i stop thinking bout smoking

now that i’m drunk
at the bottom of your bottle
i dream of fading

i’ve been down that vein before
am not your coordinating agent anymore


now that i’m sober
gonna take a row over to dover
in a message wearing bottle

the story to tell
seems out of a dwell
but it ain’t nothing but a rag of rotten cloth

i‘ve been down that road before
am not your coordinating agent anymore


our plans we once painted 
in red wine on weed
seem to be fixated and not poured away

it is not frustrating
to feel those dreams near
it just brings some sadness and takes away all fear

walking down the streets like a whore
not being a coordinating agent anymore


on my way back home
think of my children and my job
that i left alone

some of those kids
sure now as well habe lost their phantasies
and some may have died

need to take that road on their own
maybe trembling
maybe shaking
for sure fallen

but i’ve been down that road before
am not their coordinating agent anymore.




© cn 2003