inside

• swing low in dark glass hour
  you turn to cower
  see it turn to dust
  
  move on a stone dark night
  we take to flight
  snowfall turns to rust
  
  seam in a fusing mine
  like a nursing rhyme
  fat man starts to fall
  
  year in a hostile place
  i hear your face
  start to call
  
  and if you think that i've been loosing my way
  that's because i'm slightly blinded
  if you think that i don't make to much sense
  that's because i'm broken minded
  but don't keep it...
  inside
  if you believe it
  don't keep it all inside
  
  strong words in a ganges sky
  i have to lie
  shadows moves in pairs
  
  ring out from a bursied postcard
  in the shooting yard
  looking through the tears
  
  out of the black slate time
  we move in line
  but never reach an end
  
  fall in a long stray town
  as the ice comes down
  rivers start to bend