I guess I'm getting sick and tired of starting again in the same old place
Where the wires inside my brain
Are so frayed and corrupted I can't even see your face
I know Martini's opened another one
A dog pound in the corner of town
He's invited my down for the weekend to look around
There will be love eventually
Such a strange addiction
Such a strange embrace you get
From something that can't hold you there at all
But there were times
You must've changed my mind you know
There's always something deeper in the snow
It's only love
That's all
But I want it back by popular demand
There's something of the dying man in every action that I take
Every decision that I make
Because I'm restless and aching and tired of waiting with you
I broke that spell so heaven could send you down
And I hope that you stay around
Oh, I hope that you stay around
My other project, featuring the vocals of Joe O'Neill. Experimental, bombastic alt rock. "If less is more, thing how much more will be!" Roger Heathers