Automata

Days go by in this life I can't remember

Doubt, release in a static hold

Bowing out, is it me or just my nature?

Automata, blood and vapor

Lily at the edge of a dell

Living for the rain on the southern belt

And if the mould don't fit you right

& Little Donny and his motor bike wake you up alone

And hope is gone

Nothing waits for anybody else

So forge a ticket 'cause they always sell out

I'm peering through the rain and the bells

I'm wading in a river that I'm hearing in a shell

It's a road I've not been down before