Magenta Violet

Ageing Youth

Let The Light remain

The end of the world

My Old Town

Sunday from a distance

C Em C Em(top)C G  D

Feels like a sunday again
My Head is starting to ache,
Invisable threads in my mind
pulled from a dis-tance

A slight Distorson of Sound
Tides of confustion, wash through
A finely honed ra-zor moon
floats in, the sky

C, C(up 2 frets), Add top string, Em(top) or below 

Roots of doubt bour-ow into the earth
like Melonmcoly moods or 
The rain as it floods
Thick slabs of silence being draged through the dark
And watching it all fall apart

C Em C Em(top)C G  D

discolourisation of sound
feels like I'm heading, hell bound
stuck in the the center of a maze
with no way out

In pitch blackness of night
all you can do is sit tight
as your eyes get used to the dark
and you see clear

Roots of doubt bour-ow into the earth
like Melonmcoly moods or 
The quiet rain as it floods
Thick slabs of silence being draged through the dark
And watching it all fall apart

Soon...