Recycled Lyrics #2: ‘Softly Weeping’

In the corner
fixing up my mind,
you can find me
most of the time
softly weeping
safely inside
my cage

And in the kitchen
somewhere down the hall,
I can capture us
standing straight and tall
sweetly dreaming
stealing to the sky
again

clutching on to this
cockeyed good-bye kiss.
Darling you’ve been missed
Darling, I’ve been

In the corner
most of the time
you can reach me
leeching off my mind,
softly weeping
safely inside
my brain.

‘Cause now and then
I remember my place.
Heavy drinking
blinking into space
softly sleeping
slipping away
to your cage

clutching on to this
cockeyed good-bye kiss.
Darling you’ve been missed
and darling, while you’re sleeping
I’ll be softly weeping

Recycled Lyrics #1: Time Piece

Cassette reels to CDs, still sealed,
I’m not listening, I’m playing
loops, chasing after you, worn out
shoes, and you’re lost looking for the next route.

Friction sores: losing the wrong war.
What the heck were we fightin for?
for weak reflections from dirty windows
willing it on,
turning time,
never watching where it goes.
I’m never letting go

Oh
Please don’t try
and shield the rain,
play me
my favourite song again.
It’s inside my head.
Crocodile tears, empty threats.
We know trying wont ease the pain.
I’ll just stop filing my scenes with rain,
There’s no more original imagery
anyway
Tomorrow is today
take the silver
spoon from my mouth,
and I’ll find those cotton clouds
someday.

When you feel your wounds
won’t heal. You turn
against the loyal troops
that learn to drift through
and miss the cues, just wandering
Wondering how best to lose.

Take a turn on the oars and do all your chores.
What the heck am I crying for?
You’re praying
that the minute hand slows

turning time,
never watching where it goes.
I’m never letting go

Oh please! Don’t hide behind the rain.
Put on that happy song again.
It’s inside my head.
Crocodile tears, empty threats.
Lying wont ease the pain,
so stop trying to catch the rain.
Spent too long willing that the limelight shows

Tomorrow is today
Take the silver
spoon from your mouth

and you will taste those cotton clouds
Someday

The clocks
ticking the gun
shot the others
running me
not

Oh please don’t try and fight the rain.
The world just turns around again.
It’s inside my head,
right?

A ball-point romance and an empty bed,
crying won’t switch on the night light 
It may be hard to take the strain
the pain will never outweigh
knowing that tomorrow is today
but take that final word from your mouth
and you will feel those cotton clouds
Someday.

A Reason To Live

The news caved in above me,
when it entered through your ear.
My heart skipped its first beat,
while yours I couldn’t hear,
Although it hurts listen to me
and I’ll teach you not to fear.
For He may have gone to sleep now
but I’ll be waking up this year.

So kiss my brother on the forehead.
Tie his boots to his feet.
Take his hand and hold it tightly,
while you walk us ‘cross the street
and over to the graveyard,
crawling through the storm
to make a pact with the angels
that have come along to mourn.

That says you’ll cherish these moments,
for love’s the only thing,
That will keep us now from screaming
and later teach us how to sing.
We will all be with you,
to guide the tears off your cheeks,
when another day reminds you
of the previous weeks.

So I’ll be the ticket in your pocket,
’till you find a place to be.
Take your troubles along with you
and scatter them in the sea.
Though memories will scar you
while His shadow still remains,
the tear stains on your cheeks
will wash away again.

You can share my heartbeat,
if you’ll teach me how to speak.
I promise I’ll be good, Mum
and help you find your feet.
Tell my brother “He’s in heaven.
‘Cause they need him in the clouds
to keep the sky from collapsing
And the sun from falling down.”

So when we return to snowy streets,
In the winter up ahead.
There we will be lying,
in the hospital bed.
And as the years fall down behind us,
you can watch me grow.
I’ll tread in the footprints
He left in the snow.

Stargazing

Purple skies
Aloud and in the heights
dream clouds saunter by
Towing in the nights
And in the cold depths of my room
I’m thinking of you,
With old fantasies seeping through
The gap in the curtains
And I climb deep into the sights
To know for certain
What can brighten my eyes
When I turn out the lights
I’m stargazing at you,
Always you.