Come and take my hand
Through lies we will understand
That we’re growing wild

From http://music.scruffian.com/album/growing-wild

The same silver moon

Watches over all of us

Wherever we are

That cloudless warm night

Will stay with me forever

We cannot go back

Ice crystal gardens

Frost bitten under clear skies

Are all that grows here

Orange winter sun

Casting the longest shadows 

On the shortest day

Sleepy little days

Fireside blankets and tea

Hibernation time

A broken bottle

Our lives are dripping away

A day at a time

Tangled up wires

Winding and chocking themselves

In my confused brain

When I’m looking back

And remembering the past

I think I will die 

Now I’m suspended

In the middle of a lake

Walking on thin ice

Words are a blunt tool

So I’m trying not to read

In between the lines

I knew words could hurt

I have learnt that saying none

Can hurt just the same

Putrid mist drifting

Across derelict mudflats

Enclosing house boats

The underbelly

Seedy sleazy squalid stench

I plan my escape 

In my tired mind

Peeping out from the darkness

Into your bright eyes

‘Cross the Atlantic

Carrying harsh winter storms

Filing up my eyes

If this world should end

And leave me all on my own

I would feel the same

Tired and restless

As I wonder what is left

Is it afterwards?

Floating through darkness

And every wasted momement

Is filled with regret

Through dirty windows
Low winter sun blinds my eyes

The heart ever dark

Fragmented palace

Fireflies illuminate

An enchanted dream

Sand through my fingers

Our lives slip slowly away

Like rain to the sea

A tree without leaves

A sky without sun or birds

And me without you

As autumn leaves rot

And summer memories fail

So this too will fade