Tommy Gentle

Long night
Just to
Dissappoint the one who
Loves most
Anything you lay your
Hands on
Golden like Midas
But tonight it turns to stone

Now that the photographs are gone
Now that the lights are all blown
Now that the house has gone home
Where do you go?

Just so hollow
Fall into the bottle
Keeps me copany
But ask me is this a burden or a bounty
That just keeps the wolves at bay

Now that the photographs are gone
Now that the lights are all blown
Now that the house has gone home
Where do you go?
Just where do you want to go?
I guess I was so wrong
I guess this was so wrong
And I've got to face my greatest fear
Maybe I can't be here