Level 42 - Rooted lyrics
I talk to the empty air • I guess it’s some kind of empty
prayer • To no one who’s never there
It doesn’t matter if they exist • I’m aesthetically atheist
It only matters I pray for this
You took the prodigal from my heart • And gave me a safe
place to fall apart • You know all about me now
I was a typical crash and burn • Spent a life that I’d
never earned • It wasn’t ever enough somehow
I’m rooted in this place • I’m watching your silent face
I’m sensing my saving grace • Is rooted deep inside of you
Had so many trials of style • Exponentially growing wilder
Til I was right on the edge of it
And it was all down to me I guess • I must be some kind
of holy mess • I only wanted you to exist
My conscience is still intact • I just thought that I would
mention that • It doesn’t matter it’s just a fact
Aesthetically atheist • Cos I’m not sure that I would pass
the test • I only wanna be sure of this
I’m rooted in this place • I’m watching your silent face
I’m sensing my saving grace • Is rooted deep inside of you
The measure of consequence • Is how far down you go
before you have the sense • To pray for deliverance
I prayed for it more or less • A lot of empty words I guess
I only wanted you to exist
I’m rooted in this place • I’m watching your silent face
I’m sensing my saving grace • Is rooted deep inside of you