Gently, gentle humming sounds
The old feeling is faintly coming ’round
Waves of karma hit me on the face,
It had promised it would come for me.
I heard it creeping in my sleep,
Though, it’s blinding blow started with a race.
She didn’t come in a circle
No, she was more like a boomerang
She approached with an angle
She hit me square in the face
Bought all my guilt and paid with pain
And took off creeping again,
And went and resold for a pound.
It’s all silent now;
Gently, gentle humming sounds;
The old feeling is faintly coming ’round.