Someone commented on my lyrics saying that they were sometimes hard to understand. I told them I have the same problem.
This ones about fear so it was good to have Panu’s hand to hold as I took the journey

I crossed the road in my new coat
I wore it well and so I hoped
To be attended by your heart
A sour man who plays the part

A fool a king a dreamer born
Out of the music played to warn
The people nearest be aware
There’s little left for me to share

For I was wrestled from the truth
Someone left with much to prove
A raconteur with shiny shoes
A worried soul with 12 bar blues

And you can challenge my beliefs
It’s up to you if you concede
That visions only live to scare
They always take you unawares

A gift of goodness on your tongue
A smile a touch as if you’d won
But I confess I don’t concede
If you cut me I’ll still bleed

We are not vacant in our stares
Still just one we walk in pairs
The taxi waits it always will
The heart has gone the soul is chilled