Once in a while I wish that I would brave your cold
And just take hold of your hand
But my hands are tied and cold as well
I dwell in my old mind
I raise the dust
I haunt behind the creaky walls
Beware and don't get lost
More and more I speak for you
And clean my dusty mind for you
When I walk out in the sun
I see the phantoms are all gone
Old minds sometimes forget and faint
Like chalk arrows on rainy days
The pavement's clear, direction's new
And nothing old to hold on to
2012 • There Is Not Enough Space in the Dark
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2009 • Every Seaman’s Got a Favourite Spaceship
2009 • Every Seaman’s Got a Favourite Spaceship
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2012 • There Is Not Enough Space in the Dark
2012 • There Is Not Enough Space in the Dark
2012 • There Is Not Enough Space in the Dark
2012 • There Is Not Enough Space in the Dark
2012 • There Is Not Enough Space in the Dark
2012 • There Is Not Enough Space in the Dark