i can't feel my hand anymore, it's alright sleep tight

wake up and go berserk

so sometimes you want your own space

that leaving feeling

the sun smells too loud

i would have phoned but you’d spoil the trip

in the mouth of the shoal

filling jars full of silence you'll get nowhere

i will now leave here but don’t follow me

i see circles

travel is dangerous

better call in the flames they been caught burning

don't worry i'm not listening in

it’s time you left look back again tomorrow

you have been placed in a queue

though you stare into the mirror it does not tell you how you look

kelly's cellars regulars

all about good music and cold beer at kelly's