Level 42 - Rooted - Текст песни

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