Tuesday 7 February 2017



I'm the night, mystery.
I'm a folktale, the unexplainable. I'm a bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains closed and I'm not waiting for you. It's too dark to see the landmarks

And I don't ask or need your good luck charms
I'm still not waiting for you.

Across my carpet of stars. I'm the night, the mystery
I am everything that you can't see
Mysterious, mystery. I am the possibility.

Unknown the unlit world of old, I am the sounds You've never heard before. Off the map where the wild things grow. Another world outside you door. Here you stand you're all alone, driving down the pitch black road. 

I will never be your home.