The blue moon stood high above the trees
Casting a pallor onto the woods below...

The air in here is strange
I’ll admit I am afraid...

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...

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...

Let’s talk about trauma
Where to begin...

Tears of laughter in the dying light
The good all hanging from a great height...

The king that’s bound upon the throne
Won’t be getting beauty sleep...