Asaf Avidan: The Call of the Flow

Back in the game
Back in the game
Always them blues
Always the same
Nothing to lose
Nothing to gain
Just a Scalpel in hand and a heart that’s inflamed

I was believing that I could find heaven
But I was deceiving myself and behaving
Like I was the one that was in need of saving
Hold it now
Just hold it now
Don’t be holding out
Don’t be hoarding now

Ok

But it’s all to mask, I was really creating
The image of gods in my mind and just making
A path for myself that then could be mistaken
For fate
It’s not fate
It’s just one of the infinite roads that I’d taken of late

And the sun, it go low, it go low
It’s alright don’t you know?
Tonight, I let go, I let go, I let go
To the call of the flow

Back in the game
Back in the ring
It ain’t the blues
It’s the way that I am
I got to sing
It’s all of the same
Just a shovel in hand and a heart and no name

I used to think I exist in a plane that I
Have some control of by means of recording my
Emotion and thought of a self that I called me by
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
Looking back on it now, guess it seems rather simplified

But it was a mask, I was really obsessed
With a version of self that I longed to possess
and to walk in a pathos of self, and exist
In a shape
There’s no shape
It’s just one of the infinite forms that I've taken of late

And the sun, it go low, it go low
It’s alright don’t you know?
And tonight, I let go, I let go
To the call of the flow
Yes, tonight, I let go, I let go, I let go
To the call of the flow

Now, I go where winters go before the final spring
And I will play the Weaver’s song upon this broken string
And don’t you cry for me, my love, as long as I can sing

And the sun, it go low, it go low
It’s alright don’t you know?
Because tonight, I let go, I let go, I let go
To the call of the flow