Winning Bread Dwin, The Stoic

You dance
Not cos you want to
You know you have to
Cos sitting still just won’t do
And you laugh
Not cos it’s funny
But you’re tired of crying
And it’s all you’ve done for far too long

See, life can be a trip sometimes
You’re winning bread and losing breath
Oh, what will be will be
But can it please be good?

Your hands
See how they’re calloused
They’ve always been here
They’ve seen as much as your own eyes
Cos they work
From dawn to dusk
So things make sense
Sometimes they do
Sometimes they don’t

See, life can be a trip sometimеs
You’re winning bread and losing breath
Oh, what will bе will be
But can it please be good?