Figure Eights in the Grass

Mike Denison (Lumberfork)

This was written over a cup of cold coffee in a nearby shop. The person I was with convinced me to get up and play it in front of the huge crowd of maybe 6 people, and that version was uploaded to Alonetone a few days ago.

This second version is an attempt at getting it less rough and adding in a couple of background tracks and such.

Grey
Old paint faded
Dilapidated
Barely hanging on

Lay
Old butterfly
Broken and dry
Alone and withdrawn

Chill creeps in
Darkness tries to take hold
The cold is peace
And the dark beautiful

Take
One last glimpse of the past
Figure eights in the grass
Before you wake

Shame
Love demanding and wrong
Just one second too long
Then you slipped away

Chill creeps in
Darkness tries to take hold
The cold is peace
And the dark beautiful