Ugly Luck

(album: As You Please - 2017)

The choir aches, the trumpets sting our hearts
Expected fate of everything, we need to know the source
The flesh is aged, we shudder with every budge
If I remain then lead me in. We live through written words
Words

I am vague to you; a fly on the wall
Your stardust in the whisk the lonesome dawn
And I'm a trick to you; a deserted thought
Adrift in the mist some ugly luck

Violent shakes; if I'm caught then I'm done
The sirens rang, the masses fled. There's nothing left for us
The choir aches, we need to know the source
If I remain then lead me in. We live through extinct words
Our words
Our words
Our words

I am vague to you; a fly on the wall
Your stardust in the whisk the lonesome dawn
And I'm a trick to you; a desolate howl
Absence of the wish too far gone
Too far gone

I am vague to you; a fly on the wall
Your stardust in the whisk the lonesome dawn
And I'm a trick to you; an exhausted want
I don't know where you've been or where you are
Or where you are