The Quiet Few - Tomahawk

The lacquer is creeping into the mirror

And you saw enough

You saw me lost and wandering and

You saw enough

By candlelight you’re offering me

A halo of sun

Don’t have the heart to go puncturing it

That sacred door

With a love

With a love

With a love

With a pride

With a pride

With a pride

With a love

With a love

With a love

The winds have blown and I’m sorry for me

Winds have blown I’m sorry for me

And the winds have blown

Winds have blown inside me

Don’t linger upon the joy that’s in me

It’s just a naked ghost

Not hard for the boy that’s long up in me

I’m just the host

They are the

They are the they

Me not they

Me not they they

They are the quiet few

They are the they are the they

Me not they me not they they

They are the quiet few

Walk away, walk away!

Walk away, walk away!

Walk away, walk away!

Run away, run away!

Run away, run away!