// Website of UK singer songwriter Beck Goldsmith //

Shards

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In the winter when the winds made moan

I left the house without a coat

And was gone

 

Caught amidst the roar of sticks and stones

I let myself go

 

Drive on, draw deep

Pull the curtain round now

While I fall to sleep

 

I put my temper, doubt and emptiness

All into a box you bought

And shook the splinters out

And into the dark

Far flung shards fell sharp

 

Drive on, draw deep

Pull the curtain round now

While I fall to sleep

 

Drive home, it drove deep

Let the candle burn down

While I fall to sleep

 

And the wayward are carried on the storm

In short, in short

And their words are all weathered as they form

In shards, in shards

 

Drive on, draw deep

Pull the curtain round now

While I fall to sleep

 

Drive home, you drove deep

Let the candle burn down

While I fall to sleep