windowsill - first idea

S'il vous plaît

S'il vous plaît 

He’s drawing a circle

A little tune and then her light goes on

This is all in the future

With all the land as cold as ice

His key ain’t working

So he punches through the glass icon

Where demons are lurking

And he will not be asking twice

Death comes as no surprise to William harry rice

He saw it coming

He came down from the mountains

With the sins of Saskatchewan

All kicking and screaming

Every time she rolls her dice

Death comes as no surprise to William harry rice

He saw it coming

I've been there once, I've been there twice

I’ve been there through the thick and thin

C’mon BLUE SKIES, never die!

C’mon blue skies I’ve got you in ten….

He’s drawn out a circle

And the music has replaced that song

He vows in the future

He’ll ever take his own advice

Death comes as no surprise to William harry rice

He saw it coming

small notes

Small notes Small note read like mine fields Rolling boulders as she slides Shedding votes Getting tidied up I will lie awake and die I hope to see the bluer hope that is within you Sunny like a ghost now What a spirits life must be like now She is up and down the kitchen And now she watches tv on the couch Old sweet ray come in from sideways And they touch the corners of the room Embrace these wrongs together Erase these songs for good