So they said that it was over
And you knew it to be true
Couldn’t rest upon their shoulder
When the weakness ran you through
So you turned away from loving
Like it reeked of cheap purfume
But until you let yourself believe
The demons stay to roost

When tomorrow comes
You’ll run yourself alive
Feel the air within your lungs
Let pain become your guide

You can cry yourself to sleeping
In an old familiar bed
While the ghosts you keep disturbing
Fly around your weary head
You can scream into the pillows
While the darkness eats your dreams
But until you see the truth you hide
You’ll never be at peace

When tomorrow comes
To run yourself alive
Feel the pain within your lungs
Let pain become your guide

Now you polish up up your pretence
And you mask the pain with pride
So none can see the punishment
That you give yourself inside
Friends who see behind the curtains
Know the journey they you’re on
Don’t push their help to far away
The road won’t seem so long.

Take a chance to see outside
Lift your head from out the vice
Burn the pictures, Roll the dice
Know that yes, it once was nice
But rivers flow, Under the ice
Face the chance of life
Bag and bin the pain you’re in
Fight the dark inside.

When tomorrow comes
It sees you come alive
Turn your face towards the sun
Feel the warmth, the cold, the fun,
Find the smiles you hid so long
Sing the songs you wish you’d sung
Just move your legs
And run.


Tartan Shoes 

I try to wake up early
(But I keep on hitting snooze)
Theres nothin’ wrong with me they say
Its just my heart thats bruised.
So I’ll sink a little deeper
In these post traumatic blues,
As summer leaves start crisping,
Taking on their autumn hues.

There’s nothin’ wrong with missing,
I just wish it wasn’t true,
Each day I check the internet
For some old scrap of news.
I know we all have choices
But it’s never me you choose,
Its always been another guy
Who acts like you’re a noose.

Friends say find another lover
But its never any use
Maybe I should take note
And just cut you fucking loose,
But every time I try to break
My soul returns to you.
I wish I could just understand:
Why’d leave your tartan shoes?