Sans Soleil - Delta Sleep

Lift my head up from the foreign ground I lay upon

Waking in the dark end of the longest day

Cold and broken, still I haven’t slept as well as this in days

Walking on these feet for what now feels like centuries

The City streets still sing into my inner ears

Burnt out, scared and bruised but I just made through — onto

Blurry thoughts of times, in buildings I have left behind

Disappear like mist under the morning sun

Nature takes me back

Back to all the childhood stories that you told, when we still had a home

Dare I go right off the precipice, following the footsteps of no one else?

Found myself between routine and heartache

Knowing it was not a life to lead

Cold and all alone

Still I feel more at home

Sleeping rough under this tree

Than back in District 3