Back to the drawing board
Another day gone down the drain...

I feel a hand on my shoulder
Dare I look...

I’m still lying here
Sleep just won’t come...

Walking through the willows
Wading through the waves...

When I’m sitting alone
That’s when I’m thinking...

My eyes flicker open; it’s a signal for my...
Time to perform its sinister freedom...

The lady is visiting me tonight
She looks a little like my mammy...

Life in the fast lane
I’m too slow...

They lie so still you can miss them
Your wagons rattle when they should be silent...

Look in the mirror
Look what you’ve done...

Who is this friend I have made?
The one who smiles back at me...

The ice is burning me
From tears I cried in the cold times...