There’s a madman in my block of flats
He writes obscenities on the wall...

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

I’m locked in a room
My blood runs cold...

Dear Mr Sandman come to me
Brew me up some royal tea...

I hear the wind still
And it tells of open spaces...

McDonald’s wrappers float over the field of the...
In Rossville Street, the trucks are late for the...

Moon shadows they dance
Upon a young child's face...

Consciousness comes undone
Before the beating of his wings...

Baked from the sun
Choking on the dust...

My friend, my friend
Sit down and rest your bones...

This is it
That moment...

I can see now
Glass on tarmac...