Lyrics & Poems

They say every man must own a shed,
If he is to contemplate his choice,
And that every man will be a preacher,
On the day he finds his voice,

But when I was screaming like an infant,
You ignored me the most,
When you were staring right through me,
I knew then I was a ghost.

So I set fire to my shed then,
On the roof there I was hoist,
But you didn’t even look twice,
And you never heard my voice.

I was screaming like a French girl,
Getting oh so close,
You were staring right through me,
I knew then I was a ghost.

And in my humbling reflection,
Next year I’ll be coy,
All my screaming oh so worthless,
Now please take back my voice.

(Source: davegerardmusic.com)