Internal Exile

(Dick/Simmonds) Hunched foetal in the corner of my soul My fingernails are bleeding from climbing up the wall This time you really hurt me right down to the core And I'm desperately trying to find a reason to forgive you for it all I saw your life as

(dick/boult/simmonds) He met the world as a dalkeith boy, Raised from a shaft at monktonhall In a well oiled cage, That locked away his dreams, An '85 veteran face from the gallery, A ghost from the civil war in the family He stood his ground on the