Nick Drake (1st draft)
Shadows of amitriptyline
drift on the waters grey
behind the sun
it's dead today
again
And the fog radiates a voice
somewhere among things like trees
or people, standing stones,
that echo unthought thoughts
about being alone
forever
Sometimes there is no hope
The rain tastes of angels
that comfort as they play
behind a sun of silver
and a rose moon of zen
they're dead today
again
they're dead today
again
