Winter Lies from III by MarkS

Rosy fingers of the dawn will feel the window pane
Waking al the people with the music that we made
Living backwards as the city would ignore us as we slept
Out of touch with everything and always out of step

Fighting with the girls and getting beat on by the boys
Breathing in exhaust fumes and not making enough noise
Never knowing that the time was right but our place was wrong
Kicking over traces of our best connected song – it was wrong

I have had enough – I want to go home
You won’t give it up – and I must go

It means less than nothing of course none of you were there
I could not explain it and no-one would even care
But there’s something of that spirit all around me as I write
Eating toast & burning wood and bitter winter lies

• Acoustic
• DIY
• english
• singer-songwriter
• United Kingdom