Shandy in the Graveyard

Head down in the rain
My Walkman sings
Caught it in a paraphrase
The beast still stings

Feels like on the edge of
An age where the scent of you still remains
In the valley, in the faint light
In the words that the record sings

She left her necklace and never retrieved it
I left a message meandering gently amidst our secrets
The clasp was broken, but you know me, I tend to keep the pieces
Shards in shoeboxes still sharp
Love and rockets that showered sparks
White lightning in a mine shaft and black as a cold heart
Blacker than before, a glassy eyed Gordon Parks
Cyclops in its maze, afraid, I hear sticks sharpen in the dark
Surrounded by the bones of those I slain, but god knows my heart

In between the trees
My echo plays
Brushing on the strings
Connect and constrain

Feels like on the edge of
An age where the scent of you still remains
In the solder, in the ashtray
In the old book we put away



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Wright, Owain Davies
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