One More

You Don't Have A King

Hide & Seek

Yellow

Pewpew

Something

Same Old

most of the time



Stress dreams, chasing something,
Can't be seen, can't be caught,
Everyday I come up short,
Come down, turn around,
Empty account,
Locked out anyway.

most of the time

hole

When you hold my gaze,
Turns my thought patterns in a maze,
Completely worn, constantly torn,
Between whether or not I wish I was born.

Every night something sings in the dark,
A spiralling empty hole, white noise, a sound track,
Muffled voices hounding, whack,
Crumbling flashbacks, crawling, skulking, black.

You won't hold my gaze again,
Trap me in your maze, when?
I’m fine, at least I can say,
I knew you.

hole

Coproduced: Jasper Powrie (Heat Light), James Blyth (Scyon)

Hugh Barnard