Nothing Else - Archive

My angel clipped wings I know

Wonders in darkness on grimey ground

In a forest unclean unsound

Everything everything’s gone wild

Make land for the cows to graze

Leaflets scatter around to advertise sell out

A swamp in it hands stretched out

To catch a passing dime

Donations to the rich widened

Pavements for the poor

Somewhere else to lie

But my friend the carriage door

Stands slightly ajar

And I know clipped wings make uneasy flight

But we’ve got to reach

Chorus:

A place where the feast never ends

A moment when the music celebrates

And a time when darkness belongs

To night skies and nothing else

Nothing else -No-

Tomorrow my spirit seen

Fears today my mind

Soul aches so deep

Always craves my body to reach

(Repeat Chorus)