Your face hangs like an apparition
Past the breaking point of my headlights
Rain is cleansing my perdition
Sanctify me to
This cold October night
And there's a rhythm in between the ditches
And a comfort in the absence of the sun
And a shoulder to think of leaning on
And losing myself
In time so far gone
ch.
And I saw this a long way coming
Unkind as it was to face
And with not a soul disturbed I find it far too easy
To leave with-out a trace
And those words branded on my conscience
Are the closest things to peace I find
While I ravel to a lunatic fringe
In the places
we used to unwind
