Fumbling Around In The Haystack by · Simon Gylden · published on 2013/09/25 10:11:09 +0000 Audio mastering offered. See my profile text for further info. :) ----------------- Check out the video: https://vimeo.com/76449776 An alternative folksy, circusy thing! Lyrics: Fumbling around in the haystack. Can’t you feel the rust of my skin with your lustrous hands groping the darkness till the leatherette is gone from the seating. And I’m falling around in these piles of garbage. There’s blue and grey and white in my name. With these feathers of life folding down and there’s no one to share this empty shelter it’s no wonder I am fallen. We’re all broken down or breaking down. Grinding and winding or sliding down. Guarding our time, counting out days, looking for scraps all over the place. Calling out throughout the West, but it’s time to be quiet. It’s time to be listening. Time for silence and secretly whispering treat the well, the ill with themselves. We’re fumbling around in the haystack. Can’t you feel the rust of my skin with your lustrous hands groping the darkness till the leatherette is gone from the seating. And there’s the salt raining down forever. Can’t you sense the base of my bones? There’s a dog on a raft growling at the quiet Ocean with her eyes gliding like a shark fin.