Your spectre keeps me sleepless
Smiling wide into the darkness...

O’er the garden wall
Too nimble to fall...

They have me tied to their chair
For their Masochistic Traits...

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...

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

McDonald’s wrappers float over the field of the...
In Rossville Street, the trucks are late for the...

If by a man’s deeds he be judged
And by a man’s work he be known...

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

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

Walking a Death Valley of colour
Searching for just the blues...