ALL THE PARTIES
Perfection of selection
Tears the barriers down
I walk inside my head
Through a dark and mystic town
No-one greets my footsteps
No-one shouts my name
But noise I hear from somewhere near
And ideas become a game

I’m part of a party
That got lost in the ‘burbs
I wandered to the bright lites
Hoping to be heard
No-one knows my face
No-one says a word
But there’s a way to the break of day
Even though it sounds absurd

Distant Divas’ calling
Bring Wolves to the feast
They wait for the bones of love
And catch the scraps of meat
No-one seems to care
No-one writes it down
But I’ve got a ticket for the subway
And I’m leaving without a sound

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) 2009 The Dark Brothers.

Lyrics by Peter Greatorex.
Music by George Davies/Peter Greatorex.