The Scene & The Unseen

There was me with my pride Standing our ground, standing our ground We stood and yelled at the tide To turn around, to turn around Well, that day would outlive Our best laid plans, our best laid plans Something just had to give And my castle gave its

Looking back through The window in the door that now has closed, The looking glass that loss has tinted rose, At the secrets of the path we never chose. We lose ourselves there As we fall into the arms of the unseen, Of all that never was but should

The night passed. sorrow drowned in my whiskey glass As I tried to forget. The dawn came. The light barged in to awake my shame. with a newborn regret. I need a cigarrette Chorus Take a shower wash it all off got to get myself together cos this just

I only touched your love as the tips of my fingers tried to clutch your love I'm sick of this soap in a bathtub love I need something to hold. (ah ah) I feel deluded as once again I am eluded and everything is left unconcluded I need something to hol