Tanworth In Arden A Dream For Dinner
head hits the pillow and waits for shadows to close
shadows close down and drops rain hits heads of footsteps
head down feet grounded eyes locked on shadows and cracks
around pick me out and piece me trick me into feeling
sorry so sorry i could let you down oh the pain here it
comes again knocking at the door with a night stick
tapping into feelings and past regressions feelings never
obsessed about like written words never heard pick me out
and piece me trick me into feeling sorry so sorry i could
break you down eyes wander eyes meet eyes lock retreat
repeat oh the loneliness that has soaked in and the trust
that has been broken in a town with sounds not worth
listening and friendships not worth keeping
