Staring…
Like winter…
Staring from a window. A window. Across the field. Field.
These days lie like Winter. Winter. Without you here, I won’t see you. I won’t see you. I won’t see you.
Again..
Staring from a window. A window. Across the field from the Sloe to the dry stone wall. I look for you. I cannot see you.
A cold Winter. Cold Winter
Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? I don’t see you.
Take, take away. Take away. Take, take away this shitty life. Take, take away. I do not have the fight.
If there’s a God. If there’s a God. There’s a knock on the door. They talk, I do not listen…
You are gone now. You are gone now. I don’t see you. I won’t see you. You are gone now. You are gone now. I don’t see you. They talk, I do not listen.
If there’s a God. If there’s a God…He’s a cunt.
