Death is the road we’re all traveling on
Don’t take a shortcut take it smooth take it long

Put the mobile away don’t look at the apps
Don’t turn on allow on Google maps

Just look out the window enjoy the ride your on
Don’t take a shortcut take it smooth take it long

We walked the walk with 5 other friends
held you safe and secure to the very end
lay you softly asleep until the morning you awake
we said our farewells unto your gods keeping you take
we gave loving tales, loved till the very end
walked back empty handed me and 5 other friends

The wind brought a taste I will never forget
It lingered for a while, no for a lifetime
Only on the day my eyes closed did the taste drifted away
Did you smell it, can you smell it now?
Close your eyes
Taste

I heard your voice, your promises, your regrets
your passion, your desire, your honesty.

I looked into your eyes, they told me to trust what I see,
only you can change my world, only you.

You lied.

I will never vote for you or your kind again. X

The world spins though we are flat
The magician the rabbit and the black top hat
We live to die to meet our maker
13 loaves equal a dozen said the baker
Then when the sun sets on your sleepy face
The moon the stars stare deep into space
So, we try to make sence, knowledge gives us the thirst
Was it the chicken or the egg that came here first

When the music takes you from the place you're in
And touches your soul so deep within

Words with meanings from the depth of space
And the smiles that follow in your old happy place

Transports you to a time you have longed to be
The place in your soul when you were young and free

Now as the needle skips on that old 45
You remember the feeling when you were young and alive

The fires are burning brightly in the little stone cottages of this dying village.
After their last day at work, the men walk the cobble stones for the last time.
With news to share with their families, some pause at the local inn to contemplate.

The rain falls and the children huddle around the bright burning coal fire hacked from the face by their father.
Waiting for his smile to round the door and supper to be served.

The ****** blows for the last time, as a miners sit sipping their ale thinking of the men and boys left to haunt the empty tram ways and coal faces.
Do they feel lucky, not tonight, just betrayed and alone?

Time is called