Voices of a Distant Star
It’s lonely in the garden here, there’s no one but the cat.
There’s nothing but the footsteps and you’ve had enough of that.
You know they’re out to get you now, you know they’re on your case.
It’s starting to unwind, you know they’re bound to play the ace.
There’s a whiff of desolation in the air, in the air.
There’s a whiff of desolation in the air.
It’s lonely in the garden here, there’s no one but the snails
Criss-crossing in the darkness leaving phosphorescent trails.
You know they’ll never let you go; you’re just a waste of space.
They’re out to rob you blind, you know they’re barely off the pace.
There’s a flittermouse entangled in your hair, in your hair.
There’s a flittermouse entangled in your hair.
It’s lonely in the city here, there’s nothing but the stones,
The echoes in the shadows and the rattle of the bones.
You plead to Heaven for succour and you cry to God for grace.
It’s something in your mind, you know its…
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