Silhouette
A short break and a slow gig
Before I pick up the, shovel and dig
And continue to dig
I could never recognize ,a good thing
Now I try to listen to a bird
To a dead bird sing
I tried to tell you
A wrong no right can undo
A silhouette against the coming storm
The horizon's all I see
In the distance I see a silhouette of me
A haunting shape of me
I could never recognize ,a good thing
Now I try to listen to a bird
To a dead bird sing
I tried to tell you
A wrong no right can undo
A silhouette against the coming storm
We're going home now
When this gig is done
Two more puffs, and we'll both be gone
Writer/s: Tommy Sebastian Halseth
