Flashlight Seasons

Tunnels my memories keep me feverish and sane that night alive with stars and
signs i can’t explain i recall an autumn fire, a burnt out car the shutdown
cinema do you? it’s never the same this way the world versus itself it’s them
and us, there’s no-one else shoot a glance across the room lightning strikes,
no-one moves tunnels we dig into our tired souls rip up the foundations expose
all the holes tearing away at the tense and frayed supports i understand anger,
i know what it’s for
Fog round the figurehead one more ride before they take it down and drive to a
neighbouring town sixteen miles away they’ll turn off the lights on all the
rides sell off the parts to some nameless guy six years from today and you’ll
find yourself painting your windows so you don’t have to look at what’s
hammering outside your door and the heart recalls everything in the first
language all of the skin peeled back but there’s nothing to see emotions you
could never name are piling into your thoughts again but you’re used to it this
way it’s got too late to change
I turn my face to the forest floor it’s the kind of thing that once drove men
into the desert night i see no deserts here and the east end rogue you so
admire is a murdering f*ckhead the influence is clear you’re only a stone’s
throw from all the violence you buried years ago
Bluebeard you stood for all that’s true and honest it makes you feel hollow you
can’t decide which path to follow you dig your own hole are you coming out
tonight? we’re going for a drive the answer’s in your eyes the voice inside
your head says stay at home and stare at the demons that thrive inside a tale
left half told wouldn’t you love to know how the person inside survives is it
any wonder you get sucked under and you can’t rely on those you turn to they
turn against you you don’t know why you whored those values which burn your
soul blue
The diver i’m getting deeper and i’m still swimming it hits me again it’s
getting darker and i’m still swimming it hits me again and i am never
frightened no i am never afraid and you will never understand the depths i sink
to light your way see, left behind on my own i have the ghosts of autumn
murders walk me home see the girl on the shore my ideal, nothing more it’s
getting darker and i’m still swimming it hits me again the sun is sinking
palebluesaltwaterbreathing it hits me again and i am never frightened no i am
never ashamed and you will never understand the lengths i go to light your way
Damage and now you ve got your face on the scene page seventeen wltm someone
like me our back door is open to people on their knees emily don t go to the
house tonight stay on your own count your blessings hold onto them tight just
one more week and the paper comes through just one more week and you re mine
people will say how they never saw the signs ugly boy in fourth form suffered a
head blow puts up the buildings in the west country carefully maps out the
garden hides the letters from your sister they re not here to understand
Damage ii emily said the things in my head are keeping me from sleeping if i
don’t go to them they’ll come for me instead and the company i’m keeping and
this is how the damage is done climbing the stairs in the dark i won’t reach
out for anyone
The ice tree at six in the morning the ice in the tree thaws into the millpond
returns to the deep i caress where my lover once lay by my side before i turned
inwards and forced her to fly we try to connect with the people outside they
pass through our slumber like trains in the night i caress where my lover once
lay by my side before i turned inwards and forced her to fly after the cold
night the raindrops that froze melt into the thin air like the footsteps of
ghosts i caress where my lover once lay by my side before i turned inwards and
forced her to fly for she could not know me for i know not myself and without
understanding love isn t enough
Hopechapel hill shapes born of darkness the landscapes within a cry of
indifference my future moves in the man on the tv has a sermon for me a fear of
the future ashamed of the things that i’ve seen it is nothing at all i say as i
fall to the floor still i’d like to know all the things that make my freedom
flow you’ll never control all the things that this world puts you through have
as much of a grip on it as it has on you the next thing i’m crying can’t
remember my name the faces the voices calm words of support all amount to the
same to see beyond this day look deep in their eyes to a place you avoid see
yourself staring back in disguise it is nothing at all i say as i fall to the
floor still i’d like to know all the things that make my freedom flow you’ll
never control all the things that this world puts you through death just walked
in and i didn’t have time to undo all the things that i wouldn’t have said had
i known it was due and the things you try hard to avoid are sat in the next
room