Hi, |
Images have danced
Pictures have entranced...
This tunnel so dark
I can't see the end...
Sit down next to me
My angel with scabbed wings...
Stick to your guns
Silver bullet special...
The nightfall wrapped in silence
Falls upon frost bitten rose hill...
No heart, no soul
Yellow bellied from the get go...
My friend has not been very well
He has a condition which affects his teeth...
There’s a car on the road down by the beck
Cruising like a ghost on through the night...
In the school rooms
Coloured in the brightest of paints...
They pushed spikes into my ears
So the last words I heard were theirs...
On his body we built this city |
He left this world in slumber |
He slipped away from this world |