Flashlight Seasons

Tunnels my memories keep me feverish and sane that night 
alive with stars and signs i can't explain i recall an 
autumn fire, a burnt out car the shutdown cinema do you? 
it's never the same this way the world versus itself it's 
them and us, there's no-one else shoot a glance across the 
room lightning strikes, no-one moves tunnels we dig into 
our tired souls rip up the foundations expose all the holes
 tearing away at the tense and frayed supports i understand
 anger, i know what it's for

Fog round the figurehead one more ride before they take it 
down and drive to a neighbouring town sixteen miles away 
they'll turn off the lights on all the rides sell off the 
parts to some nameless guy six years from today and you'll 
find yourself painting your windows so you don't have to 
look at what's hammering outside your door and the heart 
recalls everything in the first language all of the skin 
peeled back but there's nothing to see emotions you could 
never name are piling into your thoughts again but you're 
used to it this way it's got too late to change

I turn my face to the forest floor it's the kind of thing 
that once drove men into the desert night i see no deserts 
here and the east end rogue you so admire is a murdering 
fuckhead the influence is clear you're only a stone's throw
 from all the violence you buried years ago

Bluebeard you stood for all that's true and honest it makes
 you feel hollow you can't decide which path to follow you 
dig your own hole are you coming out tonight? we're going 
for a drive the answer's in your eyes the voice inside your
 head says stay at home and stare at the demons that thrive
 inside a tale left half told wouldn't you love to know how
 the person inside survives is it any wonder you get sucked
 under and you can't rely on those you turn to they turn 
against you you don't know why you whored those values 

which burn your soul blue

The diver i'm getting deeper and i'm still swimming it hits
 me again it's getting darker and i'm still swimming it 
hits me again and i am never frightened no i am never 
afraid and you will never understand the depths i sink to 
light your way see, left behind on my own i have the ghosts
 of autumn murders walk me home see the girl on the shore 
my ideal, nothing more it's getting darker and i'm still 
swimming it hits me again the sun is sinking 
palebluesaltwaterbreathing it hits me again and i am never 
frightened no i am never ashamed and you will never 
understand the lengths i go to light your way

Damage and now you've got your face on the scene page 
seventeen wltm someone like me our back door is open to 
people on their knees emily don't go to the house tonight 
stay on your own count your blessings hold onto them tight 
just one more week and the paper comes through just one 
more week and you're mine people will say how they never 
saw the signs ugly boy in fourth form suffered a head blow 
puts up the buildings in the west country carefully maps 
out the garden hides the letters from your sister they're 
not here to understand

Damage ii emily said the things in my head are keeping me 
from sleeping if i don't go to them they'll come for me 
instead and the company i'm keeping and this is how the 
damage is done climbing the stairs in the dark i won't 
reach out for anyone

The ice tree at six in the morning the ice in the tree 
thaws into the millpond returns to the deep i caress where 
my lover once lay by my side before i turned inwards and 
forced her to fly we try to connect with the people outside
 they pass through our slumber like trains in the night i 
caress where my lover once lay by my side before i turned 
inwards and forced her to fly after the cold night the 
raindrops that froze melt into the thin air like the 
footsteps of ghosts i caress where my lover once lay by my 
side before i turned inwards and forced her to fly for she 

could not know me for i know not myself and without 
understanding love isn't enough

Hopechapel hill shapes born of darkness the landscapes 
within a cry of indifference my future moves in the man on 
the tv has a sermon for me a fear of the future ashamed of 
the things that i've seen it is nothing at all i say as i 
fall to the floor still i'd like to know all the things 
that make my freedom flow you'll never control all the 
things that this world puts you through have as much of a 
grip on it as it has on you the next thing i'm crying can't
 remember my name the faces the voices calm words of 
support all amount to the same to see beyond this day look 
deep in their eyes to a place you avoid see yourself 
staring back in disguise it is nothing at all i say as i 
fall to the floor still i'd like to know all the things 
that make my freedom flow you'll never control all the 
things that this world puts you through death just walked 
in and i didn't have time to undo all the things that i 
wouldn't have said had i known it was due and the things 
you try hard to avoid are sat in the next room