Wintermoon *

Beyond repair one dismal morning,
redemption waiting in the afternoon, 
grey and chill though at the dawning,
I am the lonesome winter moon. 

Though the day goes by so quickly,
I am a ruin like the bishops tower, 
fielding questions from the sun,
rise and shine late grows the hour. 

I make the shadows on your shelf, 
I bathe the earth from the night sky, 
I get my powers from someone else, 
I'm just another middle guy.

Going To The North

The wind whistles through this old frozen railway car,
I lost track some hours ago though I know we’ve come so far,
We’re only going to the north to see our parents there,
They’ll always find a bed for us though there is no space to spare.

I can always find my own way home in the night time in the day,
The cold wind concentrates the mind and blows the blues away,
There’s a star up in the north, it can help you to get home,
It’s been at work since the very first day from Kirkwall down to Rome.

You can view things more clearly when you see them from afar,
The little things they get clearer the nearer that you are.

A prisoners road across the sea where now water drowns in sand,
The same thing always calls me here that causes birds to land,
There’s a magnet in the north, you’re never really gone,
The lodestone it cant help but spin and it knows where you belong.

First Homecoming

I lost myself down the water road,

Took myself to the ocean,

Sure when I woke I’d be by myself,

Shook from sleep by the motion,

Of the breathing body beside my own,

As the sun lengthens our shadows,

In this new place that I call my home,

Where we bless the light when it comes.

I brought my music into this house,

It had to happen sometime, 

I lost the urge to be by myself through the short nights and the winter.

Although the winter is long and cold,

The roof is fastened on tightly,

Though we’ll feel it more when we get old,

We can take it lightly,

You cant go wrong if you build a team,

But don’t rely on it solely,

Feels good to admire anothers fire

When you don’t rely on it wholely.

When We Roll In the Morning

Last year was like a death in the family
it hurt like hell at the time
And though she’s still alive we don’t talk anymore
I don’t think we will anytime

When we rolled in the evening
I thought it was as good as it would get
And now i’m with a girl who’s beautiful and wise
I’m not so inclined to regret

When we roll in the morning
I think I will never forget
Somehow a new idea is dawning on me
and i don’t know the half of it yet

This time I’ve fallen in love for the third time
this time I hope that it lasts
Some say there’s truth and if you blink then you’ll miss it
some things just happen that fast

When we roll in the morning
She sounds like the wind in the eaves
When she breathes in to me, she scatters my thinking
As a gale to a pile of dry leaves

When we roll in the morning
I think I will never forget
Somehow a new idea is dawning on me
and i don’t know the half of it yet

When we roll in the morning
I think I will never forget
Somehow a new idea is dawning on me
and i don’t know the half of it yet

Mark The Hard Earth *

When the sun shines down
From it’s heavenly throne
All the people lying in on the ground
like lizards on a stone
If salt brings sunny weather it’s only once a year
the cold and wind they break them
winter brings their tears

God put me here in this field full of snow
dark sky above me and the heard earth below
it always feels cold
it’s always the same