The Backyard Of My Life
Smoke Hole
By dawns first light
The circle closes
Under the city isn't it a pity
Where the teardrops fall
In the dead of the night
With a fist full of concrete roses
Crashing in the gutter you float
Sailing the waves on a newspaper boat
Seahorses swim on the edge of the blue deep
Secrets and promises that i couldn't keep
As Monday morning breaks
Like a glass filled with smoke holes
China in your hands they will never understand
Meet me behind the back of the wall
Patience and time is all it takes
While they look into there souls
Broken and burning you cry
Reaching out trying to touch the sky
Somewhere special in the great wide unknown
My heart is slowly sinking like a stone
Up and down the spiral staircase
Nowhere to go round and round
White shadows slip into the shade
As they spill out of a crystal skull
If evenings empire cracks
Clouds all turn to dust
Wheels of fire walking the wire
Waiting for fortune to call
Lost in the fog of your flashbacks
A tin soldier left in the rain to rust
Driving a cheap car to a pink motel
Your pockets are empty at the gates of hell
Exit music plays over a silver screen
Reality and fantasy are tangled up in a dream
By Keith Hagger
