So many watchers in the room
Changing faces never see what’s new
There’s a bad moon rising overhead
That grey sky slowly moving in
Get yourself back in that hole
Make your bed down in the cold
That bad moon rising up again
Grey clouds slip beneath your skin
We make our trouble over time
Whichever circle fits the crime
Does the boil of the river set you free?
Just take the heat or you’ll never see
That looming question on the tongue
If you’re to give it voice how will you get it done
Hide away from all the sin
But if you close the door you never get back in
supported by 62 fans who also own “South Of No North”
Fucking love the hoof. Met them in boscombe really nice blokes, thanks for all the signed merch. Cant recommend these guys enough, every album is brilliant. Cant wait to see you guys again. bobby81