A Short Weekend Begins With LongingFine for a while we were happy 'til it died
Fate shook the reins from the hands of my accomplice
Seven story signs written in a simple language
Turned into stone all the people they had known
Lost on their way through a world of blank expression
No one made the time everybody had their reasons
A Softer Voice Takes Longer Hearing'Mid the pause
In the wreckage came
The peculiar light
Of a Saturday
Fictions form
In the ghost of years
But they fell apart
Everyone UnderstandsGod-damned these things that keep bleeding
I'm wriggling like a dog in a sack
Taunt by the thought but
Still grinning like a criminal
What do you get for all the
Free wheeling?
A Pirouette in a castle of sand
Try for the prize and unravel in
If God Did Give Me A ChoiceThe wolf at the door he came knocking again
He told me that I was no good
He left me bereft of a hopeful concept
He lapped up the pieces and ran
A friend he once said I've turned into my dad
I found such a comfortable spot
The dreams I once had are all faded and black
Into The Murky WaterBlood on the rocks
Fire in the sky
A crack in the cloud where the misshapen moon is
Alone again or
A piece of the whole
Following on from the beat of the music
You live for the city
Just Like the KnifeGather up your things and leave, there can be no place for thee
Just as the knife reflects the ego drain, you cut away
Just like the knife
Fighters put their fists on pause, playwrights lick their lips and thaw
Just as the dawn declares another day, you cut away
Just like the knife
Our Hearts Burn Like Damp MatchesTake a walk through scattered trees
To the place where no one dreams
Save my sentence and be done
All human life here is scarred
Posture slipped and ill-attired
Hollow words sit silent in my mouth
Reasoned voices idle on the ground
Save It For Someone Who CaresHunting spires and an audience in a house of God
Such strange times
Pull me from my knees, genuflect and leave
Braving the weather, evading the stares
Save it for someone who cares
City life in the glory of pink communal skies
Jostled bones hanging dying, air breathed a million times
Tearing the Arches DownWhen you're three sheets to the wind
It's best to move slowly
Forgiving yourself your sins
A part of the process
You're born with the bloodshot eyes
And legend in your lunch time
The words you scrawl on the wall
The SleeperSomeday we all shall cease to exist
Someday our tiles will fall
Roots will reclaim the bricks that we lay
Worms will reclaim this soil
You get alone, you get stoned
Sometimes you need someone
You get alone, you get cold
We Were WastedAnd I
Will close my eagle eyes
Hang up my skin to dry
We were wasted son
We were wasted all
On the ride,
From the nightclub