(2013)
There's always one that doesn't fit in a group
you strode out of the saloon just before high noon looking around to see if I’d decided against the day I stood there minding my own busin…
And here we are at the day The smell of daylights decay, fres… Soon darkness will reign king and… And stars court jesters, inlaid, u… A torch lit beam of moonlights car…
all these faceless hollow images people I’ve never met but I know, their lives are a watercolour with gentle strokes its painted sl… secrets and lies and indiscretions
through the broken windows with the peeling paint with the cracked putty and the ghosts of faces peering echoes yelled
gone are the days of conversation erudite chats of things that confu… spanners thrown into confabulation tirades minus words just bemuse its a sad sorry state of affairs
so violent and so succinct a ruby red spill that sprays a tru… a scab that’s formed over the eyes… a dark seam of pulled thread, what sound do they hear when they…
as time drifts it soars past years without pace, the meaning falls behind and confusion has drained me dry, I close my eyes and listen
I’m here to melt your tears to soothe your mind to show I care come rest with me
in your hands you hold a blade of… its a sharp and honed tool of just… and you swiftly stab into any back that holds a different view than y… how great and monstrous you must b…
I’m always there for you whatever you need I find and give, I never ask for anything in return and without a smile that’s all you… this field I plough from day to da…
will you repent, from all the thin… all those scars, from words that y… will you repent, from all that bin… all the hope, lost in the eyes of… a weak moment of my affliction
We’re stuck here in a mexican stan… fused together by a common denomin… both seeing through the other, the… because I know your hopes, fears,… This weight I shoulder when I see…
to you I’m less than derisory it seems I’m viewed as empty space… a nocturnal drift to an overspill as you scream without fear or grac… respect is just a word without wei…
if a word was spoken and its meaning was true and faces felt impact showing winces in view misconstrued adjectives
I’m an open book you said You wear your soul on your sleeve You hurt too easily And give your love to free But I can see through