Hands.
These are my handsI have scarred themall on my own.and I I have seen them fighting battlesout on their own I try to mind them I am firm but kindthey
An Elephant Joke.
This one-sided blind side was not the right side for meJust cause I’ve got something for you does not mean you’ve anything for meAnd falling through the cracks with no
Drown.
It’s all the past-tense beautiful onesThey’re working in these barsThey keep the lights dimmed down down downIn the hope that the years don’t grow And they look up to the
Drift.
Pleasedon’t fear for meI’ll get there snow or noWith a cure or with a blowto end it all This steedIs trusted by meI never learned to navigate such driftsBut blindness
I Didn’t Take It Down.
Promised you would love me more than any other manthe time you said it first, and we made love in your bedyou’re gonna have to trust me on it, sometimes you
Crazy as a Good Thing.
No-one thinks that you’re a good findMy friends all think that you’re from HellBut I don’t think that you’re a bad findThough you are p rob ably from Hell We all
Baliset.
Written for the “sandstorm Love affair songwriters’ challenge at the Java Mammas open mic. I’m headed for the rocks againSilent all the wayOh to go my mother’s wayScreaming all the
Allergy.
All this scratchinghas been getting me nowherethick skin etchinggetting me high thick skin blistersand the blisters bledno-one’s listeningso no-one is fed up finger finds purchaseand the paw’s got to digtunnel
A Perfect Day.
Once I had intelligenceAnd once I had the willBut sometimes all the lines a hard life finds redefine our taleAnd the dreamer deep inside of me was eventually a casualtyI