met this girl with crystal eyes
said underneath her shirt
she’d found a precious ruby
in the chaos and the dirt

hey you
I’ve seen your face before
and seen it walk away
a thousand times before

chemical days cast their clouds
holding on with smokes alone
searching company for a bone
best friend bed

autumn seedlings knowing sun
know sadistic winter’s fun
seedlings though, buried deep
miss the sun for beauty sleep

in junk-yard shelters
in slums with that patchwork look
there are those who make our clothes
stopped, though they cannot stop

wounded mind and eyes and limbs
condemned it seems to only hope
fret in rabid anger
upon this bed where angels came to play

nine to five, your evenings free
that’s the sum of your degree
that’s what folk expect of me
that don’t seem like destiny

fog is a magnet
in valleys of Black
curse all your demons
the devil bites back

it’s that time of year
resolve all your futures from here
but when the spring comes round
what matters what we fear?