Your floating down a tunnel — in a little wooden box.
Your cold & your lonely & enveloped in fog.
You’ve been prized open & left here to die —
You should’ve trusted your instincts —
— because they don’t tell lies.
«Something always goes wrong when things are going right…
You’ve swallowed your pride —
— to quell the pain inside
Someone captured your heart — just like a thief in the night
& squeezed all juice out — until it ran dry»
You’ve been read like an open book — page by page.
You’ll NEVER tell anyone your inner thoughts again
You were taken in — by a heart of fools gold.
Now your drifting in circles —
In the depths of your soul!!!
Andy Duncan — drums
Matt Johnson — synths, instruments, percussion, vocals