Broken Light - Solomon Grey

where I see my child

can I bend the light

on tip-toes too long

when I get knocked down

celebrate this time

let me paint myself

colour runs down eyes through hands to ground

how’s it feel when it’s on the wall?

when you’re out you’re out cold

so long, I said you walked the line too long

I said you backed the wrong horse for sure

I saw you shut your eyes, and run

you shed your skin again my child