What's It Worth? Lyrics - Singles - Hammill Peter

What's it worth to be safe? 

What's the way to be sane? 

I could throw myself at the garden 

on my hands, 

prune the lawn and mow the roses, 

but I never understand 

how to go 

to ber free; 

in the end I only want to be me. 

Winter days here are mine; 

still, no bites, what's my line? 

I could hurl myself to the bonfire 

with all nerve, 

clear the path and weed the dead leaves, 

but I really just don't have the nerve 

to be part 

if that scene 

is this just some kind of strange dream? 

Think I'll walk to the sleeple, where the people 

are so inquisite. 

I could make it to the corner store and buy 

a hoard of derivatives 

now. 

Which way now... climb or coast? 

Will my eggs ever poach? 

I could throw myself in the frying pan 

for the sake of my name; 

hit the road or smile hermetically, 

but it's really never quite the same; 

every time a subtle twist, 

I think I'll grab my plot 

and simply exist 

Or would that be 

a subtle slash at my wrists?