Walter de la Nightmare
Of all the hearts broken I left behind
At least thirteen of them are mine
I’m becoming more desperate with each new moon
I am a lunatic, I am an Instamatic,
Heading for the last chance saloon
Can you picture me there?
Is this the place you warned me of in the grip of despair?
Can you picture me there?
It’s a bang on landscape with a burnt out tree
Where the lightning struck not once not twice
More like repeatedly
Can you picture me there?
I am the Walter de la Nightmare from ‘Little Heart’ on Sampler 3
I am a lunatic, I am a node lymphatic, an eventuality
Can you picture me there?
It’s a bang on landscape with a burnt out tree
Where the lightning struck not once not twice
More like repeatedly
Can you picture me there?
I am the Walter de la Nightmare from ‘Little Heart’ on Sampler 3
Can you picture me there?
I am a lunatic, I am a node lymphatic, an eventuality
Can you picture me there?
Is this the place you warned me of in the grip of despair?
Can you picture me there?
And why won’t you speak to me?