Did the wind from the river
Spooking around your home
Also deliver the verdict

On someone you thought was gone
But walked together beside you
To a good place to be alone

When all good is wrong

To the warehouse attic

Wearing her favourite dress
But it's not the same
Won't bring her back again


From up here you can see
The mobile lights crawl across the bridge

Like small reminders,
Like cut off ropes
Through everything that lives through worn out jokes

She's the passenger

To the warehouse attic

Wearing her favourite dress
When you have no access to forgiveness
When you fall away

On slow motion replay
Editing your life again
You'll find yourself exposed

That you've become
What you despise the most


To the warehouse attic
Within yourself so sick
Of it's dense atmosphere

Of stale innocence and care