Andrew Charles Forrest

THE CRAVENNESS OF THE BLUE FUNK

The cravenness of the blue funk

 

We all have a room that we daren’t go in

Where the air is acrid with the stench of sin

Where love only ends and darkness begins

God left it there, to remind us of HIM

 

This room we all have is smaller than most

The walls of this room are covered in ghosts

This room has no beautiful views of the coast

Just memories of innocents we burned at the post

 

When I’m alone, I can’t stand it outside

When I’m with you, it\'s a room I can hide

It’s so easy to just go along for the ride

Torment, torture pain and pride

 

Sometimes at night-time; the screams, the din

We block it and lock it, but the walls are thin

Sometimes we’re so scared, we listen for pins

We all have a room that we daren’t go in