Fleece on Brain
Matthew Dear
No friend of mine
No friend of mine is asking for forgotten time
Up in silence like some violent vine
That's wrapped itself around my neck
It's growing fine
A type of new disease
I will break the chain
The train is moving faster
As it seems to run away
But I will follow into vast great plains
Through fields (?) , crisis people, grass and grain
There's been times when, I slip and fell
I hit my head hard and the blood it did spill
But your big hands held, to lift me up again
Once on my feet
You sent me back to myself