Come in
Don’t leave
Grown man
Can’t see
Figures out
He can’t be
Sunken with the crown
Old man
I can’t see
You’re in the way
I can’t see me
We must confess
Illusions number time
A drunk man’s on the lead
Skies and all bleed
And no one can hear
The cry from the ground
It’s something to dig
There’s something in the mud
There’s something in the mud
There’s something in the mud