Pick up my wings and fly
into a Constable sky.
Look down on the world and try
to make you out on the distant ground.
Lonely toy in a lost toy-town.
Suspended in spiral sounds---
Sounds of circular breathing.
I'm a kite on a silver thread.
Daring lightning to strike me dead.
Harsh echoes of things you said
banished me to a thinner space
with unholy ghosts of your bedroom face.
Hands cupped to my ears to place
the sound of circular breathing.
Matchbox cityscape below----
I watch Lowry matchstick figures go.
Caught in the timeless flow of discreet silence.Thief, you've taken all that was me
Thief, of silent dreams
of golden scenes
stole away
all, it was in me
it wasn't me
who slipped away
Now I stand with skin and bones
without a dime to call my home
only a voice to tell you
Thief , youve taken all that was me
Rain, It laughed so hard
it cried on me
you rain on me
cleanse, cleanse my soul
the soul to be
the me to be
Now I stand with skin and bones
without a dime to call my home
only a voice to scream at you
Thief, you've taken all that was me
Thief, you've taken all that was me
Thief, you've taken all that was me
Thief, you've taken all that was me
And now I stand with skin and bones
without a dime to call my home
only a voice to scream at you
Thief, you've taken all that was me
Thief, you've taken all that was me
Thief, you've taken all that was me
yeah, hup, hup, etc (freakout)