Return to a place once so familiar,
where broken blue would fall right into place.
As I recall,
the answers were far beneath the top soil
and it's all at odds with the way I used to feel.
We watched the hands shake as silhouettes.
He wrote it down and watched the moons turn to red.
There's air in the walls but I'm sutrggling to breathe.
There's truth in the waves that lie underneath
the sombre songs of the ghost in the machine.