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• Artiste: John Smith
• Titre: Invisible Boy
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Well I guess that I'd died with my friends at my side Puzzled young faces just slipped away slowly I thought of the times I was drunk on the railway Lamented the time I was smashed in the square So around I did wander for to find my way home On feel made of nothing it's harder to roam I trooped up the coastline A walk on the moor Saw no big wide river No glorious faraway shore Every now and again I go into town just to see my old friends It's such an odd feeling Their eyes burn like embers Their minds are these forests Where thoughts fall as timber Before I'm dragged away Every now and again Now I have no form I could climb in her spine Her blood is like wine to a ghost drunk on sadness And time moves on slowly In time I'll forgive her Because when she holds hands with him I know she's thinking of me Every now and again I like to imagine and I like to pretend It's a glorious feeling I'll be remembered For all my good deeds These eighteen Decembers Before I'm dragged away Every now and again Outside of the book there is no resurrection The valley below threatens me with a home Heaven above has no map or direction Whenever you can cast a glance to the shadows for me Yes I'll try without end To seek others like me whom I might befriend It drives like a madness There's no way to reach them You catch just a glimpse But you never can touch them Before you're dragged away Every now and again