Lyrics Uneven & Brittle - Peter Murphy

Uneven & Brittle

I stay away when you burn me like fire
I’m unmatched as I’m lazy, you spit as you say
I get crushed by my dreams that I clawed and begged for
It’s myself I deceive
I got all I asked for
If I wait in deep sleep
There’s nothing there to pray for
Uneven and brittle
Is there fruit on our tree?
Those altered dreams that I saw there now look back at us cracked
And loving care notions break as they retract
It’s the morning here now, there’s some peace, but no laughter
It’s myself I deceive
I got all I asked for
If I wait in deep sleep
There’s nothing there to pray for
Uneven and brittle
Is there fruit on our tree?
The spirit master from whom we spent
I sit now & see, all mine was pretence
Eh
Eh
It’s myself I deceive
I got all I asked for
Uneven and brittle
Is there fruit on our tree?
It’s myself I deceive
I got all I asked for
Uneven and brittle
Is there fruit on our tree?