| The quiet sadness of the people of the north | |
| Echoes silently around the cold grey places | |
| Ecstasies undared tremble upon the edge of the tightly, respectably unfulfilled | |
| Who drink to excess in order to forget what never happened | |
| Brave faces | |
| Well dressed ordered minds on suicides edge | |
| Reflected in the rain skimmed slate grey, battleship grey, hardship grey... | |
| And further south, and homeless, | |
| Here i am. globally-altered and dishevelled | |
| Oh darling, i've done it all | |
| An antithesis of sorts | |
| And yet bound together and hopelessly in love | |
| With the inevitable loss | |
| And the end | |
| How can we run from ourselves? |