Hair to hide your ears, heavy guitar in one hand
A melancholy meditation on the land
Country a crime scene, murder and misogyny
Christmas on the lawn, Martin Luther’s gluttony
Long road to walk down, long road to walk when you’re lost
You’re a stranger here, also a mystified host
Awake until late, each door a distinct colour
Like watching one scene while perceiving another
Peter the dolphin in an isolation tank
A pod of dolphins, blue sea beyond the sandbank
Long road to walk down, long road to walk when you’re lost
You’re a stranger here, also a mystified host
