"Come all, come here, I've something to...
The night bird sings by the fair gates of hell...

If I were to gather everything there is,
And merge it with everything that was...

That taste of silence bites the tongue.
It's stare is cold, it's breathing, still...

Lay in my lap and lie while there.
Swear that the sun sets blue...

A train ride home from the city calls on many...
Sydney is a big place and too busy for dreams...

Why is it so hard
to bestow a hair of light...

I breath in deep; this sour sound
of feet shuffling away...

I once had a crow, he was shot in a storm.
A bullet to the beak from an eye of scorn...

Raindrops fall upon my eyes.
The Devil's pen writes the first chord...

I fear the dark
every time I'm locked within your box...

The glistening of a brazen eye
binds the spirits to the sky...

Monday comes and the work alarm runs circles in my...
I could swear the weekend stayed around no longer...