I’ve made it all the way down here

Laced up and braced for your faces

Stone slabs in the clearing

How final and fatal the places

Goodwick’s never gunna be the same

The streets are just ghosts and I find myself in the dark

Now I’m haunted by my friendships

Cause they remind me that life gets hard

I don’t believe in many things anymore Eleanor Ford

Especially now the sun’s so low down and the days are so short

It feels like winter’s really drawing in

And my kin are all I need

Beside me

Plas-y-gamil 40 and 38

House to house to your front gate

I made all my mistakes here

Year on year, but we

Started something great

The pain it sits in my gut

Cause death gone done us part

And I just wish we could all sit

Round the table and

Go back to the start

I don’t believe in many things anymore Eleanor

Especially now the sun’s so low down and the days are so short

It feels like winter’s really drawing in

We made a pact in the thickest grass before the light dimmed

Maybe it’s about time anyway Emily

To let you go, send you on your way

I find it hard to shake without breaking

Your names are all but broke

They make me choke

And my kin you’re deep within,

Under my skin

My kin you’re all I need

Beside me

My kin are all I know

They call this home