I was trying to find someone to love me
And then I did and she was dancing
Across the room with the lights on her half-closed eyes

So then I took another drink and stumbled
Across to her and said something ridiculous
Like a man who'd refuse to shine

See I was looking for a still life
Now it is stillborn
In the endless glow, on a river of road
I drove out of the eye of the storm

I was trying to write a song so articulate
It could right my wrongs but I wrote it wrong
This is not it, it's just a field day for a therapist
And what did you dream?
That I wrote a song
And what did it mean?
That I got it wrong, I don't know
I don't know

See I was looking for a still life
Now it is stillborn
In the endless glow, on a river of road
I drove out of the eye of the storm

Did I know it then? Did I cry out then?
By the blooming tree in Switzerland?
No I never really know
No I never really know
What I can do about it
If I lie down on the dirty ground
Would the angels sing?

Still life
Now it is stillborn
In the endless glow, on a river of road
I drove out of the eye of the storm

Still life
Now it is stillborn
In the endless glow, on a river of road
I drove out of the eye of the storm