Reach For The Ground - The Ghost Of Lemora

A lowlife lullaby for the one they call «unwell»

Document your hell

Our kingdom’s slowly dying sings St. Anne’s mournful bell.

Alcohol and horses, your muse kept entertained

This self destructive lifestyle, stagger towards your end.

The bed’s on fire again.

Empty glasses, still the answers to be found

Much lamented faces, I’m reaching for the ground.

Who find that work interrupts their drinking?

Reputation sinking

Oh, the possibilities!

Oh, what might have been?

Wallow in the the defeat,

Haunt Dean and Greek and Frith Street

In the shadows we all stand

Of the backbones of this land

Refuse to settle down.

Empty glasses, still the answers to be found.

Much lamented faces, I’m reaching for the ground.

Drift pass foriegn places, ghost through the alien crowds

Hundred thousand choices, but I’m reaching for the ground.

Drift pass forign places, ghost through the alien crowds

Hundred thousand choices, but I’m reaching for the ground.

Empty glasses, still the answers to be found.

Much lamented faces, I’m reaching for the ground.