Dark and unforgiving - the clouds rush back that aren't so warm.
A fear. It lives in every part of me - I'm afraid to move too fast.
It's the thought of losing more again - I hate letting go of the past.
Somethings just never wash away...
little child
Running round this house
& he never leaves.
He will never leave.
& the fog comes up from the sewers
& glows in the dark
Baby alligators in the sewers grow up fast
Anything you want it can be done
How did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
Somethings will never wash away...