Bleary eyed
Your so Bleary eyed
You wash your hair when it rains
Dirty skin
You've got dirty skin
You wash your hands, once a day
You take what you like
And don't give it back
You lost all your friends
The skin off your back
Your crawling around and skinning your knees
And there ain't no one round to care
Thirsty man
Your a thirsty man
Your weeks worth of drinks, gone in a day
Puppet limbs
You've got puppet limbs
Your actions aren't, even your own
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023