I’d sell my soul for solitude

A pretty price for pretty pieces

Something cold for something true

Or dull green eyes on greying features

Should I leave alone late afternoon

Pack my bones, un-sign my leases

Or stay ignore my aptitude

To run from all these mindless teachers

The traveller paid in time it cost

A lovers wage, a fathers loss

Neither fair but don’t ask me

To dig the gold up, plant my feet

The light is too sharp in these memories

And all the halogen is passing straight into me

I’d trade my eyes for sun and room

My failing sight for warmth and freedom

I won’t miss smiles if I hear truths

Untouched words outside their reaches

I won’t leave the wolves outside my room

Feed them bread and keep them freezing

I promised them I promised to

Kill them there or send them freely

And so I pay in time it cost

A lovers wage a homemade loss

Neither fair but don’t ask me

To dig the gold up, plant my feet

The light is too sharp in these memories

And all the halogen is passing straight into me

I’d sell my soul for solitude

A pretty price for pretty pieces

Something cold for something true

Or dull green eyes on greying features