Scratch and scrape
Pin pricks everywhere...

Across the organisation
We know there will be losers...

Maybe it was bopeep that killed her sheep
And maybe there’s a cannibal that looks after...

Ghost man go slow
Neck tie to necro...

Disconcerting conversations
The Gypsy works his disabled tongue...

Oh the winds they rage and rancour
and the sky is cold and gray...

I saw you as soon as I arrived
sitting across the room...

I have met some beautiful people
Who have walked the same paths I've walked...

Weightless upheld in the ether
I’m sick of waiting...

I need a life
Cant find the life...

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

You can fall asleep on my knees
And I’ll still think your brave...