If your right hand is causing you pain
Cut it off,
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
Lord give me grace and dancing feet
And the power to
There was a sense of disappointment as we left the
Waiting for the seven eighteen
January is endless
Weary-eyed and forlorn
The
Off to the funeral making cola knots
We sit and reminisce