Reverie de Viellard ft. John H Lyrics

Every dayʼs a struggle from the moment that I get out of bed

Could be my body or Iʼm frozen over something I said


My headʼs a random hostage to the thoughts that I think

Introspection soaked in whisky

I should flush down the sink

Lost in all this retrospective moping I go back to the source

And adult kids still barely coping with an ugly divorce


I practise guilt with expertise refined through the years

And though I know the journeyʼs pointless

I still click through the gears

This is my life, my perfect life


I do believe I have it all


My days are full of things to do

While waiting for the axe to fall

Lost all feeling in feet and fingers

Agony in the lower spine


Massive migraine it still lingers

No escape from this body of mine

I guess thereʼll come a time when all the things that Iʼm obsessing about

Will find perspective when St Peter finally gives me the shout


Heʼll stroke his beard and ask me if Iʼd care to confess

Then l behold them behind the gates

A host of angels in white lace
 the boredom etched in every face


As they queue for visas and a place

Down at Mephistophelesʼ home address