Solution Lyrics - Parables For Wooden Ears - Powderfinger

There's every sign 

That every mind must bear a little frustration 

When souls collide 

We're all bound to meet sometime 

If you were my only problem 

Then I couldn't confuse you with the solution 

So pretty 

Soul pity 

I think I better ease back 

And let the demons slide 

There's a season ahead 

A celebration of life 

There's a season ahead 

Of celebration and rhyme 

The seams are getting frayed 

Feels like something's ready to break 

The seams are getting frayed 

Feels like something's ready to break 

So pretty 

Soul pity 

So pretty 

Soul pity 

And that just a little light 

And it's creeping in