Grunge-flavoured singer-songwriter & home-studio artist based in Warwick, UK
Lyrics
Old hands, warm eyes, calm whispering silence
Underground shades down holding off light for a while
White lies floating by, closing down on whats real
Knowing eyes turned inside, glimpse whats behind the wheel
Id been looking around for a reason or rhyme
Now Im heading on out down this oldest of rides
Were in this sideshow. all we know dont match with what we say
All these highs and lows. all we show dont match with our true ways
Old recourse watching thoughts blowing by on the wind
Turns to black when I come back I cant quite see where Ive been
Blinded from the inward sun that burns my self to the ground
Blurred notion that all is one but I never can see what I found
Id been scaling the tops of the rooves searching for a new high
But now Im drifting on out, going down this tumultuous slide
Were in this sideshow. all we know dont match with what we say
All these highs and lows. all we show dont match with our true ways
And if you think youre your thoughts can you tell me which one
And if you think youre your moods why do they go and they come
Digging deeper and deeper til you see whats been running your show
Im still searching the ground but havent found any reason or rhyme
And now Im heading on down out of town on this oldest of rides
Were in this sideshow. all we know dont match with what we say
All these highs and lows. all we show dont match with our true ways
And if you think youre your thoughts can you tell me which one
And if you think youre your moods why do they go and they come
Can you see whos behind pulling strings as theyre watching your show?
