JUST CAME TO PIECES IN MY HAND - Paul Weller



I stood as tall as a mountain, I never really thought about the drop;

I trod over rocks to get there, so that I could stand on top;

Clumsy and blind I stumbled, as I crawled through desert sands;

I didn't stop to think about the consequences -

As it came to pieces in my hands.



I thought I was a maritime marvel, I believed that I ruled the waves;

All I could say is time is motion, and every effort others made

I would save;

I was a shit stained statue, school children would stand in awe;

Truly believed I was a ceiling of sky,

Never thought about having flaws.



I felt as reverent as Jesus, the sanctimony stunk;

I thought I was admiral of the missing fleet, I couldn't see that

I was sunk;

I roared my pride in the darkness, I scratched away at the stars;

I thought I was lord of this crappy jungle, I should have been

put behind bars.



But now I sit with my head in my hands and wail to the weeping wall;

The avalanche of my emotions, holds the audience of one enthralled;

Like learning the lesson the hard way, like a fall from command;

I thought I was king of the whole wide world, but it

Just came to pieces in my hands