Graham Coxon
"A Place For Grief"


Walls bleed pictures bend their fractured frames
Features on canvas torn
Burning mirror breaking down to sand
Free from jails of form
The black water future I see
So hard to drain
The small child in everyone is forced to bleed
To live life again
The light ever closer we believe
Is only a place for grief
Every life's so small we call it precious
And every soul is so loved above
Days glide through a skin of open pores
Stretched on bended frames
Years long on sanded banks around your shores
Counting every grain
Words form poisoned worlds I never see
So hard to hear
Ring the bell of truth in every dream
No life, no fear
Every night brings disasters to our rooms