I Hear Footsteps

I hear footsteps

I hear footsteps

But they're not her's

I hear voices

I hear voices

And I think they're their's

What can they be talking about

What is there left to say

What is the point of repeating things

Two wrongs don't make a right they say

You shouldn't dress devils in angel's wings

I hear whispers

I hear whispers

Are they talking about me

I see shadows

I see shadows

But there's nothing to see

Why am I going through this misery

Why am I living with this pain

Why can't I give it up and walk away

They say that without pain there is no gain

But I don't believe a word they say

I hear footsteps

But they're not her's

I hear footsteps

I hear footsteps

But they're not her's

I hear footsteps

Yet more about loss, the paranoid consequences of loss, and the longing for resolution. Quite an experimental musical treatment by Mr Reid that I think captures the lyrical tone perfectly. (I’ve got to stop saying how good he is!)

Ron