Feeling that something's looming Why, I feel low sounds in my head that shouldn't be there And when the storm it breaks O'er the hill, 'bove the tree high Crack and spark now to fade Get inside Leave home, keep dry All around you is…

I think that I'm Incapable of thought I craft and work As that's what I've been taught But see no joy in Rothko or Matisse Their brushstrokes leave me cold A value you can't teach Teach me to feel pain Teach me how to love I think that…

*Liner Notes* "Curving and Something Else" has ended up being about memory loss, in the bleak, end-of-life, Alzheimer's way. I'm not a a sufferer (yet!), just an observer. I write songs in this melancholic style ... which requires an sympathetic…

I sent a message Have you read it? One more refresh, I'll be fretting free I've been ghosted like a dead man Haunted and cursed I didn't get affection Don't know why Has it vanished in the ether? It should be something that I crave…

I sent a message Have you read it? One more refresh, I'll be fretting free I've been ghosted like a dead man Haunted and cursed I didn't get affection Don't know why Has it vanished in the ether? It should be something that I crave…

I wear black It reflects on my mood Stirring, restless, unfulfilled I tell you, it's not being cool I still wear black It reflects on my mood Stirring, restless, unfulfilled I'll level, it's not for cool When I'm calling I'm falling…

This will be about grief This will be about love This will be about missing you Will be about love This will be 'bout you being gone I've sung this before This will be 'bout me moving on I've clung tight to this before I don't need release…

I think that I'm Incapable of thought I craft and work As that's what I've been taught But see no joy in Rothko or Matisse Their brushstrokes leave me cold A value you can't teach Teach me to feel pain Teach me how to love I think that…

I place a dust sheet over chairs Where we would sit, hold each other tenderly No need to dwell on it No need to dwell here for long It feels like time has moved Where we spilt wine and paint all on carpet tessellations Conversations empty…

Vocals and Drums removed to back the video explainer for the album cover art (not the Greek thing, the ACEO thing).