How does it feel
when the life force slips away?
Mysterious glow
through the vacuum of 10,000 days
Through electric pulsing galaxy
falling from the skeleton tree
pulsing through infinity
you slipped outside my telescope ring
Now I can't see you anymore
you've slipped inside the cloak of stars
Now I know not what I'm looking for
How does it feel
when your soul slips from it's hold
And the voices are low
and your cellophane skin is shivering cold
Like a ghost inside the plastic bag
staring through the falling sand
like time slipping through their hands
upon the wings of angels
Decorated with disease
you're rising from the dying breed
like a flower bending with the breeze
beneath the feet of angels.
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