The little rocks of Bradbourne street are starting out, are strays to meet

I hooked up with my brother’s gang

I’m staying out, long as I can

It’s strange the past - all

written in a quality of light

I don’t remember all the details

lurking somewhere out of sight

The sunlight breaks right through the mist as if it were ordained

by who or what I just don’t know but things will never be the same

The valley’s like a waking dream, the mist is caught in light

I watch my brother and my father disappear into the white

Your ashes spin on vapour trails, I didn’t pass the test

doing lines on the way home to make things feel like they meant less

I want some saccharine emotion, I’m so breathless and cut open

But soon everything will change because everything, yeah everything must change