Horse With The Wings

The horse with the wings never turned up for the
Party and I wonder how long til he comes looking
For me so I wait in the room by the river and
I watch the world go by and I hear a girl cry and
I notice the sound it comes from my own mouth
And I hear your words… ‘what have I done now?’
I look to the floor and you look to the hallway
And you say, ‘I’m sorry for whatever it is,’ and I feel
Myself groan coz I know ive lived aline with you
Here for years now and the scratching of the
Metal as you’re putting on the kettle makes my
Skin crawl and I feel small… the birds slip through
The cracks in the glass and there’s blood on the
Floor

When will this day breal?
When will my heart ache?
When will this day break?
When will I find my place?

Don’t talk to me like I’m a shell you found

Don’t talk to me like I’m a shell you found
On the beach and you put to your ear to hear how
Clear I sound, you say, ‘sing me a song,’ like
I’ve nothing better to do than sing songs for you
You hang me on the wall so I’m taller than
Before and I feel like I might fall but I don’t
I hang there quietly watching the life we
Lead like it’s a prize I could never win
A sea I sound never swim

When will this day break?
When will my heart ache?
When will this day break?
When will I find my place?