RELAPSE

The money and the time’s well spent/By-product of the good intentions

The fallout from the far-away waste of time too kind to mention

And after all the alcohol is gone will it be a distilled sunrise/Coming through the tinted glass of the never-ending taxi ride?

Home – Home again/Collapsing into bed

On your own – Own again/Relax, relapse

It’s time to pick through bones again/The carcass of the far-fetched notion

And when it gets too hard again/Tragic friends and faithful potions

This carrion will carry on/Take the damage to new destinations

The baggages become the psalms/That sing us into revelation