Searching Every stone has something else to hide, scratching at the underside, digging every hole in sight. Here I am, I’m floating through the years missing every hand held out makes me want to shout aloud... I want to be someone, not anyone’s anybody, look at me the lines are drawing in, look at me, look at me, can’t you even see that...What I’ve been searching for has always been closer to hand, crawling round the world searching sea, soil and sand. What I’ve been searching for has always been closer to hand, crawling round the world searching sea, soil and sand. So close to hand, so close to hand, so close to hand. Waking up with dirty fingernails, I drag my feet across the floor shaking off the night before. Trying to find another perfect day, pictures of a foreign place, I’ll lose myself in magazines. Written by David
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