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

A hundred thousand thoughts
Go drifting through my head...

The saints they just told a lie
Heavens gone out of reach...

Bobbing past bubbles
In the warm I’m a happy rubber duck...

You aren’t mean to be
wrong and impossible...

There is a man, no-one has seen
Whose eyes are a sickly shade of green...

The grey is lost
And nothing can take it back from you...

"Who are you" speaks the king
"I am death and but a small little thing...

One night when all dreams evaded
Beneath a starless sky...

My Daddy says he loves me
He beats me black and blue...

Let’s go play in the dark
Let’s go hide in the wood...

Her days have been many
But somehow short...