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Lyrics, music and digital arrangement by John Lewis Smith
Published by Lewis Music (ISRC: GBGHU1900003
Waiting for the darkest dream, I bit down on the urge to scream
And peered around the room.
The bed was hard, the walls were bare, disinfectant in the air
Instilled a sense of gloom.
I had no past, I had no name. Existed in some cosmic drain,
My memory'd been erased.
Nothing in my book of life, all the pages blank and white,
Concussed and in a daze
My identity's a state, tabula rasa on a plate.
They said I'd fallen down a shaft, my arm was broken - in a cast.
I must have banged my head.
Covered in a load of muck, it was just a stroke of luck
I wasn't left for dead.
When I see my self again, will I be pleased or filled with disdain?
Scrambled fragments do return, hazy memories I discern,
As the days go by.
Like a jig saw incomplete - unconnected and discrete
It makes me want to sigh.
My timeline looks like it's Morse code. Long-term memory's off the road.
Neurones broken down.
Maybe I'll begin afresh - my old self can have a rest
Life is not a frown.
If I discover myself once more - Shall I be shocked unto my core.
released October 9, 2019
Lyrics, music & digital composition by John Lewis Smith
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