From the recording 1915
Written and recorded in the secret nook
Lyrics
Who is in charge of this place?
I can’t get away
Forty ways to fall and I can’t seem
To make an escape
The walls are torn apart
Can’t tell if they’re building up or rotting away
There’s no point to sit here and wait
No one’s coming our way
So let’s make for today
A safe space
To forget about the old guard
And be the brave
So send us a postcard from where you are
And leave there today
‘Cause there is nothing more to who we are
Than the space we contain
And all the thoughts inside our brains
And that’s ok
I see no reason to lie
We’ve made some mistakes
Foundations all laid to waste
But I see hope in your face
That maybe the end’s not today
And it’s not too late
To forget about your own scars
‘Cause they will fade
So send us a postcard from where you are
And leave there today
‘Cause there is nothing more to who we are
Than the space we contain
And all the thoughts inside our brains
And that’s ok