Our glee came at a strange intangible cost, here we found sanctuary at the price of family, liberty at the loss of tribe, here we became meaningless, guitarists in the endless guitar shop, the city burst with artlessness, the rotting flag of Saint Gerorge, here was the world we would inherit, crushed coke cans strewn by the roadside flytipped mattresses in the woods, I spent the summer yearning for Caroline, the misery of the city leaked into us, old oil dripping on broken snow, we penned songs into the empty night, stood by the ocean, declared ourselves sailors, the city left us trapped in an artless spiral, our circuitry too broken to react, two women kissed on the cold station platform, there were places to eat now, places to fuck, steel cathedrals filled with blinking lights, there were tide marks of poverty laid down in dead ink, violence, Jane looks to me, she prefers me to sing softly, like the sadness in a major chord, caressing an ageing face, resonance in the dead room, the glint in the estuary, keys lost in the undergrowth, here we find the cantilever, poverty, conspiracy, the cold murmur of a tied moon, language, art stitched into flesh, sewn into brides, triple hearts locked in hammered iron, sigils in the wild wind, sanctuary, the self-penned war, and you are lost, lost at sea, lost in its unforgiving machinary, the coded dreams of a broken alagarythm, pointless prescriptions, empty petitions, fear in the role of the prison bar, the muddy thrusts of humanity, celebrated, brutal, broken, free, nature, deed-marks tattooed in the endless spiral, death, birth, scar tissue beneath fresh skin, youth, age, circles cast from a woodlands waste, red apples on the hill, lace in the tree, lust, rage, order in disorder, activation, sacrifice, power, here we find sanctuary, here we find the beggar in the church of the land, here we find roots, here we find the wild wind whispering the soft promise.....