Bill Beare - Going Out

What would you give; beg, steal or borrow?
To snap you're fingers and have that dream to follow
Where madness ceases, worry blown to pieces
Where love is always a friend
I work it and I work it; part of the circus
Knowing there's a moment where the brain short-circuits
Where the fingers are snapping as the temperature drops
And it all starts happening as the second hand stops

In the longest dream we'll ever have
It goes on forever and we have the last laugh
There's never any never and it all works out
It's better than heaven, no doubt
And I betcha we get it going out

A bright man pondered; brighter than me
About fragile life and infinity
I think I kinda get it; I think that it fits
As we carve it and we carve it; and we halve it and we halve it
Well, we never ever get to the last little bit, no
So there I am on the precipice
Looking for an answer in the perfect kiss
What could be better, better than this?
But you can't take it with you, can't reminisce

But I'm not so sure 'cos it's all in my head
And it's there for a reason; like when I'm lying in bed
I never get the moment where I fall off to sleep
But I'm gone; flying high, diving deep
Playing and playing, just messing around
Frame by frame, out and about
And I'm sure it's the same, the same no doubt
Yeah, I'm sure it's the same; the same going out

In the longest dream that we'll ever have
We just float downstream in a barrel o' laughs
Going on forever where it's all working out
It's better than heaven, no doubt
Yeah, it's better than heaven, no doubt
And I betcha we all get it going out

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Bill Beare

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