I live alone in a dark cave

The only place I feel safe

When I feel the sadness

I hear an echo of madness

Drew an etching of you on the wall

So you would be there when I fall

I cry every night; I cannot sleep

The water it is getting so deep

I try to flee the shadows there

All they ever do is just stare

They do not care what happens to me

They only see what they want to see

I will just stay where I stead

With the echo of madness in my head

You’re my reservoir of all the things
I promised you
And couldn’t do
My little source of rotten hope
You overflow
With all we’ve had
To undergo
And all the shame
Of such an ineffective love
As mine
To run you dry

you sit alone,
in your room.
And no one sees it,
It only grows,
I know my family's history, I know how this goes
And I can't help but wonder,
If I did something wrong?
did I not hold you close, or long enough?
Was I,
Not strong enough?
How do I fix this?
How do I stop it?
The dance that the both of us go through,
Round and round and round,
One day fine,
Next bleeding
Round and round again,
Never ending, Never receding
My blade, cuts in to dance,
Oh fine silver,

When the love I lost had left me by that savage, sapphire sea.
And the turning tides had told me that no longer she loved me.

I went working, for the season, with Steve Sorrow, my best friend.
For I knew, that love and loving, had for me, now reached an end.

We went selling, up in Bispham, windows, working for John Cash.
He was stout, but he seemed savvy, wore a suit and black moustache.

Work was easy, Johnny told us, windows almost sell themselves.
Steve said: “I am not convinced, I’d rather we were stacking shelves.”