Staring out at the stars and wondering what it is...
Wondering if tomorrow I’ll wake up beneath a...

Maybe it was bopeep that killed her sheep
And maybe there’s a cannibal that looks after...

In the time before the fall
before the setting of the Sun...

In the school rooms
Coloured in the brightest of paints...

There’s a car on the road down by the beck
Cruising like a ghost on through the night...

My friend has not been very well
He has a condition which affects his teeth...

The father still loves me
And he loves you too...

The deafening quiet after the impact
A moment to check if I’m still intact...

My heart shattered into a hundred different pieces
Tattered strips lie trodden on the floor...

Inside I’m just bare boards
Music without chords...

Far beyond the needs of succour
Out of the reach of suffering...

Put the slogan up next to scripture
Hang their symbols in front of god...