Wicked, day leads on Dragging through the dirt Wading through wet sand At least you lent a hand Wish I could get to the higher ground Resurface, lifting myself out Who cares about this kind of heartache? Finding it hard, whatever Reckon I might endeavour Taking the wheel and flipping this whole thing over Finding it hard, whatever I reckon I might...Learn More

These fine days I find enough of them, sold and raised I'm held aloft by them Proving takes time and space Then mid-parade Reservations start, mood deflates Power drains away, slows, and stays The cavalcade Then aside, from time to time Pressure builds in my head Then aside, from time to tome Pressure builds and things unwind Then aside, from...Learn More