Wrinkle

He lived in a hole east of town
Sorting himself out
And he finds the moon has come again
Something brilliant but I don't wanna see it again

They say he's fond of 5 am
Only seen by the next door men that say he's alive

He wonders down cities streets to see what he can find
Just your happy go lucky piece of mankind
Well he stumbles through hours
Of subconscious cowards and sees who he used to be
Used to be

He wears a fisherman's coat
Brought by a hellish old goat

He check-ups by two
Chugs back two and he hides
He waits for a call, nothing at all
Don't you see
Somethin to be

He wonders down cities streets to see what he can find
Just your happy go lucky piece of mankind
Well he stumbles through hours
Of subconscious cowards and sees who he used to be
Used to be



Credits
Writer(s): Emma Dawson
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