The walker – Recorded at RAK Studios, London

I am out for a walk
And I will not be back till they're staining my skin
This is how I chose to talk with some violent hits, violent blossoms akin
Every night I do walk, and if they're looking down I'm referring my chin
This is how I chose to talk with some violent hits, violent blossoms akin

That's a way to truly be seen by furiously scheming in
Forget the jewels, I'm livid, friends are shutting out fine on their own
Blood on my cheeks, birds come by
One of my stomps and they fly
People politely smile to make sure I won't come any closer

I am out for a walk
And I will not be back till they're staining my skin
This is how I chose to talk with some violent hits, violent blossoms akin
Every night I do walk, and if they're looking down I'm referring my chin
This is how I chose to talk with some violent hits, violent blossoms akin

Now a swollen eye is for days of curious calm storm in May
Way better off on my own since no one cries there's no one to blame
It hurts, I feel everything as my sense of self's wearing thin
Such pains can be a delight far from when I could drown in my shame

I am out, for a walk
And I will not be back till they're staining my skin
This is how I chose to talk with some violent hits, violent blossoms akin
Every night I do walk, and if they're looking down I'm referring my chin
This is how I chose to talk with some violent hits, violent blossoms akin

Say now oh, oh (I chose to talk with violent hits)
Oh no, no (blossoms akin)
Say now oh, oh (I chose to talk with violent hits)
Oh no, no (blossoms akin)
Say now oh, oh (I chose to talk with violent hits)
(Blossoms akin) oh, oh, oh, oh