Your floating down a tunnel - in a little wooden box.

Your cold & your lonely & enveloped in fog.

You've been prized open & left here to die -

You should've trusted your instincts -

- because they don't tell lies.



"Something always goes wrong when things are going right...

You've swallowed your pride -

- to quell the pain inside

Someone captured your heart - just like a thief in the night

& squeezed all juice out - until it ran dry"



You've been read like an open book - page by page.

You'll NEVER tell anyone your inner thoughts again

You were taken in - by a heart of fools gold.

Now your drifting in circles -

In the depths of your soul!!!



Andy Duncan - drums

Matt Johnson - synths, instruments, percussion, vocals