I’ve been to harm, I’ve been laid down in the arms of an absence.
Where the space is only spacious when I open up my eyes.
Darkness has rounded me but in the centre there is a light.
Where a bonfire of all that is excess burned bright.
Or is it changes? Could be changes. Maybe we change.
But it’s nothing like a wheel going round.
If a road turns out to be a circle, an O of preservative unrest
and they find your self in a ditch there waiting for a pass
somehow you’ve still the love enough to get right up with yourself
only too aware of the cruelties under your...
And as you’re changing, you could be changing. Maybe you’ll change again.
Ch-ch-change. But it’s nothing like a wheel going...
I’ve been to harm, I’ve been laid down in the arms of an absence. Where the space is only spacious when I open up my eyes. Darkness has rounded me but in the centre there is a light. Where a bonfire of all that is excess burned bright. Or is it changes? Could be changes. Maybe we change. But it’s nothing like a wheel going round.
If a road turns out to be a circle, an O of preservative unrest and they find your self in a ditch there waiting for a pass somehow you’ve still the love enough to get right up with yourself only too aware of the cruelties under your... And as you’re changing, you could be changing. Maybe you’ll change again. Ch-ch-change. But it’s nothing like a wheel going...