I Fled
ANDY GILL, JON KING
All inhibitions gone and on display
All innocence has gone and flown away
A winner now when that time there was none
To reinterpret, all that's redundant
To be true to all my illusions
As for contentment, all that's behind me
I fled
A loser now when I thought that I had won
No pearls now, none to speak of
To think of the past seems so uncool
I reconsidered, fell into my swimming pool
I fled