Know one knew,
if they did it was only a few …
Have you gone back there since ?
have you walked back to that place, rewind that day…
I can’t pull it from my mind, its me I’m trying to convince,
though their is not much I need say.
I hear them at night, when I cry.. in my mind, their at the stone wall in that field,
dreaded field, field of decay and death and blood and fear and you and me and her and him and them,
have they gone back ?
I know he went to a quack, got his head checked,
though its not his head he needs played back,
I saw her about a month ago, she looks like shit – I think she took it the worst,
I see it in my eyes when they’re closed, its like a music track.
Dad says its behind us now, even though I remember it each time I see it covered in snow.
Dad says I shouldn’t talk about it anymore it makes mom sad,
Have you gone back their since?
I left the cloth in the chest, i havn’t been to it – I won’t, not again…
Don’t frett – It’ll be all right, like that man said it would be …
have you gone back since?
have you gone back since?
have you gone back since ?
don’t.
don’t go back, its only foul time, that you’ll revisit – like history moulded into a block of old yellow-brown resin on this walking stick…remember jurrasic park. I care enough for you to know…