The cloudy head, my legs are lead, the thinking’s overdone,
This sleeper train’s a day away, from where it once begun,
And he
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-e, is a place called home.
He
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e, is the great unknown.
And I’m ready, to go.
I let you win, translucent skin, you tip-toed in with stealth,
I just let go, of rules, I know, the ones I set myself.
And he
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ere, did you hear him go?
Fle
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-eting, as west Wales snow.
But I’m ready, ready now.
I’m ready, to know.
When something, in this place,
Reveals, a hollow space.
And if doubt crosses your face,
I’m too far away, to see.
The pain is wet, too close you get; the colours only run.
And the lines will bleed on empty sheets, when all is said and done.
I’m he
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-ere, as the towns fly past,
He
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-ere, as the die is cast.
I’m ready, ready now,
I’m ready, ready now.
I’m ready, ready now,
I’m ready, at last.
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Lyrics submitted by Graham.