Lyrics

Hand me down your stitches

Words and music by Alan Swanwick

Escape to gaze as these black eyes bow
A sweet suspended haze that gathers round this broken maize of crowds
Fell a tear from your tower down
Undress this awful sound
A bridal born to glass ground


In the wake of a day just gone
Let darkness be your best disguise
Set your sight upon the street lamps hum
Where lives the light your soul despised
Recognise your bodies bind
Two hands to wind
Two feet entwined

Twisting heartbeats through the cold street?s brace
Tangled treads of tainted lace like dancing moonshine on a powder face
Chasing skylines in your high timed grace
Escape to fade with fired haste
Your burning shame
Tamed
Losing pace


In the wake of a day just gone
Let darkness be your best disguise
Set your sight upon the street lamps hum
Where lives the light your soul despised
Recognise your hand in mine
Two bodies bind
Two feet unwind


© Alan Swanwick 2007