Serpentine - Pram

Suddenly I notice that the brightness of the day

Makes the shadows darker, makes the shadows deeper

As they creep from the corners and a feeling in myself

As if I were weighted down with lead

Somebody’s whistling in the winter sunlight

Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver

All the hours are hanging as if caught on celluloid

Reeling ever closer, coiling ever tighter

As if they conspired to conceal from me

The secret of my gloom

Somebody’s whistling in the winter sunlight

Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver

Somebody’s whistling in the winter sunlight

Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver

Somebody’s whistling in the winter sunlight

Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver