So she's back on the scene and I see in her face
that she means to take back all the love I've...

How is it, when I see your face
Under the spotlights telltale glare...

Look at me.
No, really see...

At dark of night she stood in wait
Repayment for...

In winters tightening grip we face
these dull, grey days in lassitude and...

There,
a sigh, a soft remembered sound...

Why did I go to war mum?
Why did I ride away...

Sometimes I wish I were a ghost
To float away from all life's ills...

Tumbling wave swept notions crash through realism
to spill into humdrum normality...

Here in the dark of evenings light
when silence fills the air...

Gripped fast in tides swell
and unable to break free...

Blank pages stretched before me,
threatening in their stark innocence...