Wrapped up in dissonance, I'm sorry that I just walked away. Lost in the insignificance of mine, I had no words to send. Now I am bitter and, say it isn't right.
I saw red and yellow flowers outside over the moors yeah. The brightest sunrise ever to have touched my eyes. . And through it all,. I stood and stumbled, waded through my thoughts and heart.
Seen fortune in my lifetime. gave it all to the man instead. still tomorrow comes. I'm still standing on my own two feet. got a woman at home. she treats me well.
All in my mind. I walked down mayflower road again. the wailing sound. echoes from the park seems so absurd. the bird stained towers. I knew it would but i can't shake the sting.
Hold it in. The river in your mouth is pouring out. What it takes if. The shape of all that it's around. Yeah I know. I've been trying so hard. Keeping time.
And meet me there. . Bundles of flowers. . we wait through the hours of cold. . Winter shall howl at the walls. tearing down doors of time. . Shelter as we go.
Always a riddle in the world she says. always a riddle inside my head. always a thing to wonder the way we come to be. oh it's a big old place for me, it's a big old world indeed.
Oh hey, I wasn't listening. I was watching Syria blinded by the sunshine strip. And you, you were in the kitchen. Oh, your mariner's mouth. The wounded with the wounder's whip.
The birds still sing outside these. These windows. Where we sat together. Like nothing ever happened here oh. The white house on the hill. And black clouds the weather.
Christmas flared amongst us. and we called it evergreen. Built a world without your love. and I built it mean. . Christmas flared amongst us. and we called it evergreen.
The end of the affair. The weight of the world. The kindness gone to bed. It's free of your laughter. Alive in the halls. Did he hear, did he hear. The fumbled words you said.
Climb out. Out to where you see. The curl of the world. . We're alone. Just like you said. It's a cold, cold world. . Life lasts. Only one thing left, the road.
Black flies on the windowsill. That we are. That we are. That we are to know. Winter stole summer's thrill. And the river's cracked and cold. . See the sky is no man's land.
As a child it was not there. Not scared of the blood. The creak, and the thud inside your chest. . Clearly calm, I'm keeping terrorised. The ageless thaw of winter.