Monday 12 September 2011

Westward sunrise

Written on a train heading back from the west country when I'd rather be hanging back to it.
Looking out the window is a good way to pass the time.
Westward sunrise by dombailed


Facing backwards on the train
Gives me headaches, all the same
At least I'll see the sunrise
At least I'll see the sunrise
See your face among the clouds
Like a friend lost in a crowd
I'm blinded by the sunrise
blinded by the sunrise

Chorus:
And I'm westward ho
Snaking back across forgotten moors
Just a one man show
I'll be left bereft, becalmed, unburdened in the arms of, well, who knows?

Kite gets hounded by the crowds
A taw cross twisted by the blows
Bloodied in the sunrise
Bloodied in the sunrise
Swifts go screaming down the lanes
Silent shadows through the pane
Like kisses in the sunrise
Like kisses in the sunrise

left my book upon the floor
Of your bedroom as you swore
We'd never see the sunrise
We'd never see the sunrise, again
So I don't know how the story ends
Happy endings just depend
On how you see the sunrise
On how you see the sunrise