Slowfox Sleepwalk

forensic fears out on the potter's field where fathers lie without a choice and the ultimate enigma has formed your white lies formed your white noise in the vale of missing tales life isn't all cakes and ale there, crystal clear and cherry pale I can see the umbrella man the pallbearer man in public showers standing still, shapeless and wan his heart in the can I can smell your perfume years after you've left I've been damned by your beauty blessed with your hate your faith is unfaithful I've been crowned too late by my childish wish hard to distinguish I couldn't care less groping in the shadows of the underpass