Purposeless man of clay Darkness - roll away A silent stream leads the flow Moving on and on Random lines fall in place Adulterines slowly fade away
I feed on fire So that I can keep the dark at bay I have known you I long to speak your name Sink the stone And heal the wounds to make me whole again
Hear me breathe From the other room So which of all the lies you told Should I keep as my own? The metaphors are lost on me What I see is what I see
I wonder how We should fill the open space After lunch time tea In the rosary And the evening picnic by the sea Tell me your name I am game if you want
case of right and wrong It's all about to be You and me So come and bless my soul It's all about to be A blue whippoorwill signs On the other side of
The works of wonder pass me unseen So close in distance, yet so much lies between Seeing with blurry, myopic eyes Stuck in a limbo - so far from the
Face my fears, my soul is absorbed into black Dry my tears, fear and pain is what I lack Broken, torn I live with my light-eye drowned Ease and calm
How did it ever come to this? I can't pretend that nothing's changed any longer I've drowned the doubts and chewed the lies Ignored the space between
I make images of you Ideal more than true I glue photos on my wall Ladder bound to fall And now seeing you again Will it ever end? Here I've no way
I watch the clouds through my window, sail across the sky And underneath the canopy, gulls, they wheel and glide The shoreline stretches endlessly along
My mind's falling down endless tunnels Until I find myself in the void Somewhere down there I could hear them calling me Through walls of silence I heard
Finally we are on our way Where no man's gone Launching deep into the great unknown Space and time passing by But the world outside Is swallowed whole
The storm has raged here for hours, the water's plunging in on me The remains of my creation is swallowed slowly down By the troubled sea Into unconsecrated
Awaken, I am reborn, seeing, calling, roll away the stone, rising Pacing through the ashes, holding fast the rope Finally believing in love and life
The lights have all turned red On Holloway road A pale vision of inertia In cold halogen glow The last Clapham bound train Is waiting to leave But the