In Spite of These Times

By Close Lobsters

Force me back against the grain
I won’t let the moon get me down

Force me back against the grain …

From your window, I ask the sky
“When can you fit me in?”
Promise me that you’ll never forget
In spite of these times
Promise me that you’ll never forget
In spite of these times

That smile on your face, that troubled look
That smile on your face, that troubled look
But you won’t let the moon get you down

That smile on your face, that troubled look …

Force me back against the grain …

Don’t let it slip through your hands
Don’t let it slip through your hands

Force me back against the grain …
That smile on your face, that troubled look …
From your window, I ask the sky …

Don’t let it slip through your hands
Don’t let it slip through your hands
Don’t let it slip through your hands
Don’t let it slip through your fingers

I’m activated—my hands are on fire
I’m activated like a telephone wire
I’m activated—I want to be anyone
I’m activated—such fun

I’m activated—I think it’s true
I’m activated—am oozing you?
I’m activated—it’s a funny thing
I’m activated—let’s grin!

I’m not a car, I’m not a car
No, I won’t use that metaphor
Not a rocket, not a gun
I’ve just got to use my tongue

I’m irritated; that is, my head
exaggerated the thing you said
And I created this problem, yes
I aggravated this mess

It’s not a war, it’s not a war
Oh, please don’t use that metaphor
I know I’m acting kind of weird
My social conscience disappeared

That’s cos I’m activated, I’m activated
Activated