I'm not alone
I found this whisper of you
underneath my skin
see your reflection living in my wild eyes
naked courage
send for my soul
when the doctor rolled you in I lost my coat
and I can't stand to see
Ulysses on his knees
please don't let me bleed
leave that for our enemies
walk to the beach
on the windy morning
5th of July
we made a game of looking through the treasure trash
I've been trying to get back
you gave me gold
the kind of gold that no one ever gave to you
the gold that echoes back
a million years ago
there's voices in our blood
that only speak to us
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023