Sinking in the sorrow for what I couldn’t say A vision or belief in a latent inner state A trough that fills with honest allusions to the past Silent like an ambulance It folds itself in half Last winter was a mess It tore my heart right out Made me feel like hell At least I know this now All could fall in sorrow All could fade away All could fall in rancid times And while it hurts to be here I really think I’m trapped By this self awareness This maiden foreign act That colonises life hoods and scrutinises brains Against its best behaviour it makes us feel insane Last winter was a mess It tore my heart right out Made me feel like hell At least I know who’s down Only you could follow Only you could make it felt Only you were sorry Sorry about the troubles that were dealt Sorry about the trench in which they hide Sorry that the fog was far too thick and dry to galvanise all of the terrors that await I guess it’s getting late…

Heaving the night Waking a sign Aching all night Needing more time Window seat We're taking off You're bringing me to something stranger While feeling loud And towing on all the fears that will contain us Heave them on with the night Leave the land to feel the great flight Heavy bags in the dark We're at the stage I clear my own heart I hold in times of strife

Every time I come by In a field In a forest In a vast lonely mire In a valley In the fog In the unlit road Where the carriages collide With the path of the night In the absence of the moon In the maze it consumes In the age of darkness come Slowly come to be I told it how it’s supposed to be unfolding I’m trying to be a better son Trying to make it through the mud Trying to cut my thorns away From the realness of the day With a calmness in my mind With the phantoms out of sight With a voice that pulls the strings On the weight of everything In the gardens of the night In a cage of hidden lies In the hopes I’ve been reduced Here to bear their bitter fruits In the colours of the past Through the lens of ridden chance For the parting of the way From the face on which it stays In the whole batch Full stack Handmade Wrought Stillness of a storm And what is the catch for being back? And who is to blame for the pain? My body forgot the troubles it had crossed in those old incendiary days In waves of brutal force it dragged me through the moors to face my inner state No, no-one’s to blame for the pain No blurry eyes No fortune change And if this were true What a fool! To pass all the time thinking I knew A thing about the sign that told me to choose

How the stakes have been drawn How, in the eye of the storm While the rain is drumming on Guided by the notes of this song And I’m standing, waiting for an after call Standing and waiting some more How the fog is clearing out I’m already raising dust to fill with now Because I’m drowned by doubts from those around me And I’m screaming like a child to those who stay I’ve seen enough I’ve seen enough of the rain I’ve seen enough for now… How these songs run in vain While I find my own impasse to be unchanged And now I fall apart! But my voice is far too thin to make a mark So It starts to feel unnerving The way it breaks my pride I’ve seen enough I’ve seen enough of the rain I’ve seen enough of this

He can never be defined by himself ‘Cos he’s always on the run from my help It’s always on the line that I know That for all my good intentions I can’t hold This discussion for the rest of my life At some point I must leave and that’s my right In equal measure he accepts this fact While continuing to talk around her back And I’ve always been the last one to know About the troubles that have haunted him the most That’s always been the case for those who stay on the fringes ’til its all become too late But he hasn’t been the same in quite a while Hasn’t felt the brightness of a smile Wasn’t dealt a home and that’s not fair Doesn’t have a place to clear the air And he was always blaming someone else And he only ever spoke about himself The things that he would say were partly true They were partly skewed by his own view Will he ever turn the page? Turn the page will he ever? How I’m waiting for a sign now While living like a lie Ploughing through the ones and noughts And dreaming like a child Hostage of the silence It troubles me again And if you tell me it’s the same for all Why don’t you take me for a spin? I guess I’m not quite ready To really meet my soul Part of which I can’t recall Having ever made my own As I’m always on the sidelines Always off the road Wailing on the sidewalk For the life I wish I rode And though I sound so weary It’s a momentary phase To come to terms with the many steps Planned but never made All devised in darkness And authorised by sin Hanging from the mantlepiece In its own combusting skin It spreads through the apartment This honorary flame Bestowed to thee by fortune seers And terracotta knaves They tell me I’m a rascal And am only killing time An auditory lynchpin Of an ancient hell-device Now it’s almost certain That I’ll always fail to find For all the lies I’m searching Are just another lie So all that’s left is silence And living in your skin Even though you meant it It never meant a thing It’s sad because your trying To make it all you were Made you all so miserable It felt like quite a curse! But really you’re on fire And really there’s a storm Really I have no answer But bring water where you’re sore So I guess just keep on striving No matter what effect If there’s nothing else you’re dying for I’m sure you’ll hedge your bets