Gunpowder - Vashti Bunyan

It seems however hard I try

The words that I let fly out of my mouth

Don’t ever say what I want them to say

It seems that I can never learn my words

Watching them turn around, burning

Lighting the gunpowder trails that you lay

I blow my chances

And you throw the years out

With all the merry dances

You led me, you led me

I should look for a shed somewhere

Keep my words in the air, padlocked there

For ever and silently out of harm’s way