Foxes In Fiction March 2011
Seen through the glass
Take the day to rest
Reinvent the past
Feel it in my chest
Tide begins to split
Watch the coast decay
Lost my voice getting lit
Lost the words to say
Safe beneath the shade
Heal this part of me
Counting forwards now
To who we want to be
See you once a year
Snow begins to melt
Describing the fear
Remember how it felt?