Figure Eights in the Grass (Live)

Mike Denison (Lumberfork)

Something new….

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Alone and withdrawn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