Leslie Low and Victor Low - No Misanthrope

As I tickle the strings of this inanimate thing
It comes alive with its set of wings
Poised to fly to the upper reaches of your desolate mind
Devoid of hope
Devoid of pace
The world tilts off its angled grace
Change is slow here
On the frontier of your hiding place
I'm no misanthrope
I love life
Just need a break for a while
I'm no misanthrope
I love life
Just need a break for a while
For a while
For a while
For a while
All the gathering vibes of the city types
Choke up the air as they sound their pipes
In opulent rooms
To you they were tombs of a desolate mind
They're never a place for self-denial
Empty those eyes and vacuous smiles
You're back safe in your birthplace
On the frontier of your hiding place
I'm no misanthrope
I love life
Just need a break for a while
I'm no misanthrope
I love life
Just need a break for a while
For a while
For a while
For a while
I'm no misanthrope
I'm no misanthrope

Written by:
Leslie Low

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