Scratches In The Rind

I walked the hill touched by wind autumn leaves dancing round my feet

I stroke your hear and blew away the dust your pale and fading stare

where are you now? I don't really care you broke a lover's vow

I found the tree our scratches in the rind

I tried to read mossy names unsigned tiny letters hastily written down finally

blue turns grey - margins fray but memories stay images do remain

sentences stay the same plans get disarranged symbols changed

I hope you've lost all the shots I hope you've torn them apart

I hope you've burned all the words I wrote down - in believe

wish I could wipe out the trace wish I could stop giving chase

guess I could wipe out the trace guess I could stop giving chase

turning around myself for too long I've lost what's going on

banning all what's left in a chamber I feel fine keeping my head above water

I survive still too weak - to take your things, torn them apart

still too proud - to call your things great memories who are you now?

I don't really care where are you now? I don't really care I walked the hill

touched by wind autumn leaves dancing round my feet

guess I could wipe out your trace guess I could stop giving chase

turning around myself for too long I've lsot what's going on

still too weak - to take your things, torn them apart

I'm looking forward to that day

still too proud - to call your things great memories

I deny don't want to glorify

kissed your lips - they had the taste of drying wax

badly surprised I turned away shut the door - having just left the rack

seemed I had left the play smelt your scent - it put a neelde in my heart

I wasn't ready for the fray