Solace In Exile - The People We Meet Lyrics
Lyrics and music by Michael LambethWhat are the chances of finding the answers,On the page of a book you dropped in the street?Cause mistakes they happen, were waiting for someone,A long the way by the people you meet.Pondering the irony a game of chance and mass destructionPondering the irony reverse became a formPondering the irony of life and death and twisted passionsPondering the irony of famous words said absentlyForgetting the thought you had, the tip of your tongue,Giving the option to, when there wasnt one.Questioning reason with your worst enemy,Said what you felt inside, not what your sposed to say.What are the chances of finding the answers,On the page of a book you dropped in the street?Cause mistakes they happen, were waiting for someone,Along the way by the people you meet.Pondering the irony a game of chance and mass destructionPondering the irony reverse became a formPondering the irony of life and death and twisted passionsPondering the irony of famous words said absentlyForgetting the thought you had, the tip of your tongue,Giving the option to, when there wasnt one.Questioning reason with your worst enemy,Said what you felt inside, not what your sposed to sayIm thinking of something that may not of happened,A part from the fate of our destiny!Wearable insults, mistaken identity, offending people you meet on the way.Talking our politics, speaking your poetry, one mans word is another mans treachery?Thinking opinions, speaking your poetry, your seeking some things apart from your destiny.Youre thinking opinions, speaking your poetry, your seeking something apart from destiny.