This was co-written by the lovely and inspiring Craig Turner br br I don’t think he knows his affect on my smile br br A paper cut tastes too reminiscent br br A stronger feeling grows all a while br br Sat at the back breathing back smoke br br Covering the eyes of doubt, I woke br br Subjected to immediate peril br br Visions of what only the weak eye can spot br br Inevitably reactions won’t understand br br With a broken dream and half a leg I stand br br Uninterested is unconcerned br br As destroyed is what is simply burnt br br Sinking whilst spinning br br Occupied with beer and wine I think of him. br br Always at arms length with sleeves rolled down br br A soft soothing sound is flowing from the river of my mind.