I'm sitting, on the roof of my house
With a shotgun
And
I, I still remember
how you looked that afternoon
There was only
There is a wall that runs right through me
Just like
I am on, switched on
A sudden clearness, a clarity
Hidden away
I am trying to be heroic
In an age of modernity
I
Walking in the countryside
It seems that the winds have stopped
I
Heavy night, it was a heavy night
Feels like we've come
There was a sense of disappointment as we left the
Off to the funeral making cola knots
We sit and reminisce
Lord, give me grace and dancing feet
And the power to
Waiting for the 7:18
January is endless
Weary-eyed and forlorn
The Northern Line
