Once without
I am stricken off my saunter
Cast in doubt
I could never be my brother
Waste awake
Like its every hour meaning
Sleep in late
So I hope to meet him dreaming
He comes to me with eyes black and spirits softly seeping
By now I know he’s dead and reaching from his keep
I’d give up anything for a second in your reach
I’ve got to know that you’re alright on the other side
There’s a house
In a field where you are resting
Made of glass
And on the fourth floor there is haunting
You’re around
But you’re agony in screaming
There’s no one
Who can give you what you’re needing
I’d rather make a start with something new than go on living
Without you, my old abode is crumbling nothing to remind me
What to do, I go on eating sleeping working on my art
That’s about you
So I can meet you on the other side
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023