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There's a Son

What are we waiting for and what have become?

Why don’t we try to tear our eyes from the horizon?

I always thought we’d learn to walk before we run, run away


Tongue-tied in compromise we dance around the flame

And try to kid ourselves that this is what we came for

I know that I'm no match for you but it’s no game we play


There’s a son, there’s a daughter

There’s a life in which we blunder

In search of love, in search of wonder

In search of one who’ll drag you under


And so another day has fallen in between

The words we say and all we actually mean to

Sometimes I feel that I'm a stranger in a dream and that's ok


But there’s a son, there’s a daughter

There’s a life in which we blunder

In search of love, in search of wonder

In search of one who’ll drag you under

Image by Annie Spratt

Corpse in the Copse

Rain falls so hard that I can almost feel it

This copse is my graveyard


Life lies in the cold earth, the shroud of night surrounds me

I wait for my rebirth


So meet me there down by the river where

You washed your hands, my wish is your command

Raise your eyes, dawn comes under crimson skies

But this I know: so slow the river flows tonight


Time crawls to standstill, a late snowfall lies over me

Wait for you I will


So meet me there down by the river where

You washed your hands, my wish is your command

Raise your eyes, dawn comes under crimson skies

But this I know: so slow the river flows


So slow the river flows tonight

So slow the river flows tonight

So slow the river flows tonight

So slow the river flows

Image by Valentin Lacoste

Wishing Well

Hey there, wishing well, take me back to where the angels fell

I’m just tired of waiting for this storm to break

I’ve tried but I can’t see a place where I was meant to be

Someone’s imitating the space I take


Well maybe I’m a simple man, I don’t pretend to understand

The workings of a system they say we need

But this I know and this I feel: there’s plenty got a rotten deal

Caught between the heating bill and a mouth to feed


I’m inclined to think that maybe we have lost our way

The water’s thrown out with the baby, someone’s gonna have to pay


Hey there, wishing well, take me back to where the angels fell

I’m just tired of waiting for this storm to break


Nothing’s really broken it was meant to work this way

A poor man’s left to pin his hopes on seven balls come Saturday


Hey there, wishing well, this old handcart’s bound for hell

Find me something new to sell I beg of thee

Come on, come on, you lucky charm, do your stuff ‘cause they mean me harm

Take this silver from my palm, lead me gently by the arm


Hey there, wishing well, take me back to where the angels fell

I’m just tired of waiting for this storm to break

I’ve tried but I can’t see a place where I was meant to be

Someone’s imitating the space I take

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