Cabin Fever

Thunder roaring inside shadows, hanging above the city with cabin fever
Drowning under the rising tide as the killing of the light ushers in a catching fear

Pride will come before the fall 
a jealous son will burn it all
Casting stones into the wind 
sin scratches at your door again

Running faster than your legs can carry you
too far down to come back
Turning hurricanes endeavour to 
pull you to where the sky has faded to black

Battlelines are drawn around a city under siege over run by liars
Castles with illusory prestige collapse like any other and by the same hallowed fire

There’s nothing here that you can own 
that can’t be owned by anyone 
Honing the same holy stone 
contriving knives from sacred bone 

Running faster than your legs can carry you
too far down to come back
Turning hurricanes endeavour to 
pull you to where the sky has faded to black

I Am The Buffalo

Hey, wait a minute are you waiting for me to let go
And expecting me to pivot away from the only love that I know
Why would I inhibit the flowers that I want to grow
Allowing my pride to be complicit in boarding up my window

I am the buffalo 

Where did all the time go
God only knows I’ll pay for yesterday tomorrow
There’s nothing you can tell me that I don’t already know

Desire deficient, still dining on the afterglow
Contriving limits, every single one is self-imposed
Indifference has implicit something of a subtle deathblow 
You should be chewing nails and spitting rivets
Watching your life go by the undertow

You are the buffalo 

Where did all the time go
God only knows I’ll pay for yesterday tomorrow
There’s nothing you can tell me that I don’t already know

What Are We Waiting For

She said the light at the end
Of the tunnel is the light of a train
Thundering down a rattling track
Tearing up the ground now there’s no way back

My love

Stone dead the moon up ahead
Moving the ocean up over the edge 
Here comes the rain again
Nothing changes when
You’re looking from the top of a mountain

My love

So what are we waiting for
There is nothing left for us here anymore
As the summer sun sets but
While the sun still shines
Maybe it is time
For us to swim until we lose sight of the shoreline

Riding into the sun like a vagabond
Just this bag of bones
Searching for a place we can call home
But the shadows left in the dust are long

Carrying the head of an albatross 
Across this barren wasteland
The blood has dried into our trembling hands
And there’s no river to wash it off

So what are we waiting for
There is nothing left for us here anymore
As the summer sun sets but
While the sun still shines
Maybe it is time
For us to swim until we lose sight of the shoreline