Camp
I hear barbed wire
Feel the pain, hear barbed wire
Don't want to feel this way again
You kick the sail door till it's open wide and then you
Step inside smiling faintly
With hand on your holster
Shining black your shadow
Back to back you pull me forward
You dubbin your boots with your memory, it sinks so
Easily, I fantasise
The brass on your clothes seems to dazzle me, it sinks so
Easily, you fantasise
You lick at the salt that festers in my wound
Stirring the cauldron with a willow bow
Just to hear your voice
Just to feel me move
My freedom is linked to ability, my fingers
Set me free, I play piano
I drive in your car to your glitching crowd
I will play very loud so I live longer
Fanantics will stand in line to be absolved
With the same breath they'll cry for the life of Jesus
Saint Judas with a kiss
Just to see
Him, oh
I hear barbed wire
Feel the pain
Hear barbed wire
Don't want to be scared anymore
Writer/s: Lesley Rae Dowling
