It’s a funny story, that I need not tell
but yes I pray, but when I pray
I pray that we all go to hell
It's a heart grown hollow
It's a poor man's spell
It's a song with a voice of a child
that you sing to yourself
When you’re quiet on your own
try to find your way back home
In a room of souvenirs
Don’t drop anchor in these years
Find the diamond in the tears
Listen, I don’t know you
won’t pretend I do
And I’d like to keep it that way
if it’s all just the same to you
Cause there’s a certain something
when we’re both alone
I can trick myself deep in believing
I’ve found my way home
But I know it isn't real
and that's a fucked up way to feel
Cause there’s a story in your eyes
that I will never realize
'cause if I ever realize
I'll fall apart with you.
And I thought of you tonight
And I turned off all my lights
And I meditate on you
until I feel you coming through
until I feel you coming through ... that door
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth