It's the one rarely seen,
in the dark while it's raining
I'm painting a monochrome outline
with words from out my mouth,
I'm clinging on to sunshine,
sipping rain straight from the source
from debate and discourse
Walking late through the gorse
From the ways and the laws
like the wait for applause
Where the way that I think
Is the strange sound of silence
the air's warm on my skin
There's talk on the wind,
where I'm pouring a drink
plus there's more in the sink
Burning drawer and I'm lost,
With the corn in the field,
I'm there born and it shrinks
with the stoats in the undergrowth
I clear, I clear, I clear, I clear, I clear, clear
I spent days in a hollow trunk
I know the rhythm of the rain
Sudden lumps of moss and mud
it fills from the bottom up
I'm on the run, I've barely gotten up
I'm clutching rotten clumps of grass
off the hills that I'm trotting up
I broke away from the city lights
To where it's pitch black at night
but my physical is still inside
But my mind's by the riverside
Sipping pints on my jacks, chilly hitting pipes
I know nothing of wisdom right
But I know how to visualise
The last words of a missing spine
Who had a secret to lift the sky
Truths as obvious as hidden lies
It's all wrapped up in gigabytes
a living life at the end,
Shouts out to the sparrows
Keep it country like line dancing
keep it overgrown like it's my garden
away from the tight marking
Of uniformity with eyes on
This ain't a pitch, but time's passing
And if you wanna hitch a ride,
When the night is clear, clear, clear,
clear, clear, clear, clear,