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Just go,
Wherever you have reason to go.
It may not be the way that you know,
But it somehow is an excuse,
To bury all your memories that bruise,
Washing all your lies with truth,
It's what you really wanted, all this time.
You stay here,
And suffer like the other men who fears,
That he will be the next one out of here,
There's a key by the western door.
Maybe you have seen them once before,
And you'll end these conversations with the wall,
But the writing's fading out.
Try to steal, from you,
But I'm afraid of ending up with nothing but a few more scars.
You've cradled all the pictures to her chest,
Fragments of a town's remember
and there's some peace that needs to restore,
all the good things that have blessed before,
but confusion took one look at her door,
left her anger .
So don't 'bout the way she tries,
Many days to wander as the room collides.
It's all she is washed aside,
and there is no more.
- Album:
- Home Part 1
- Gallantry’s Favorite Son
- What The Night Delivers
- Miscellaneous
- Scott Matthews - NapsterLive Session (e-Release)
- Into the Firing Line
- Fractured
- Boats In Rivers
- iTunes Festival: London 2007
- Passing Stranger
- Passing Stranger (Bonus Track Version)
- Passing Stranger (Radio Edit)
- Passing Stranger (Radio Edit) [e-Release]
- Dream Song
- Dream Song (Radio Edit)
- Mona
- Mona (Birthday Mix)
- Way to Blue: The Songs of Nick Drake
- Island Life: 50 Years of Island Records
- Elsewhere