Dry Iced

(Album: No Bells On Sunday - 2014)

I'm sorry
Will these dirty streets absolve their animal?
Through the floor in defeat the sun and stars should fall
Walking, aimlessly walking, walking around
I hear the shadows talking, blue 'cause they're talking, talking me down

Speeding in a long black car from here to Babylon
Heart black like tar, and all my veins are full
Dreaming, ceaselessly dreaming and not asleep
Screaming, I hear somebody screaming and I'm down too deep

Crying on a midnight wire, all dry icicle stoned
I set the fields on fire and still my hands are cold
Echo, in the chamber an echo, echoing on
In danger, the alien stranger to eternity's gone

I'm sorry
Will these city streets absolve their animal?
To the dirt in defeat the sun and stars should fall
Walking, aimlessly walking, walking around
Talking, blue shadows talking, talking me down

I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry