Somebody cried, they cried, opening doors & letters
I am alone, denied, somebody soon forgets you
There in the world outside, you are a silent statue
Distorted alone, in mind & nobody's there to catch you when you fall
Winter comes on strong & presses against your window
You are alone, in drones, with silence weighing on you crying
I see you sitting in your empty room
going through photos & opening all the wounds
I saw you standing by that empty chair,
where she'd sit & she'd stare and say I'll always be here for you.
You lay down in your bed with that hollow in you
then you feel a prisoner inside these walls alone
Somebody cried, they cried, opening doors & letters
I am a soul, denied & I've got to get a message to the world
I've been consumed by shadows of this room
tormented in limbo, a spiritual castaway
And there's a universe outside that door
I don't no what for but I think it's my enemy
I wake up in my bed, 'neath the frozen windows
I'll spend another day down here alone, alone, alone.
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