[Allan Hill]
I've been standing in the tall grass split in half
Looking down
Gathering pieces from the living room floor
I've been an object in the shape of a man
Wandering into the traffic lights
For a midnight message at the bedroom door
I've been standing in the college parking lot
For an hour or two
Orange light from the neighborhood watch
Time and space is bent by the highway lines
And the sound of friends
But you know that dorm rooms aren't the same at twenty-two
[Gareth Black]
Save all my secrets till they turn to dust
And all my trust is laid out in the spite
In your coldest shoulder
Sweating on a summer night
Rolling down my back like water
Drowning out the armour
Come home, back to my body
Or disappear
Sometimes I wish I never knew to mourn
The feeling of relief can't hold off all my love
But the way the war forgot me
Place your hand in burning concrete
So I can come back in 20 years and call your bluff
So I can come back in 20 years and feel your touch