From the recording Sombre Mountain


Twisted moonlight attic
Tumbling ancient spires
Burned like demons around
To the cold stone ground
Whispered trees through the whole of my heart

Roofline made fantastic
Rambling golden styles
Through the streets up and down
Shone like breathing ground
Lifting out through the whole of my heart

We are through, we are through…

List the reasons, logic
Crossed and broken down
Stopped and gazed at the sighs
And the healing cries
Found the smallest of holes in my heart

Planted seeds of magic
Sewn on sandy tiles
Raised on old chimney fires
Tossed from cold grey hands
Overgrown in the hole of my heart