Johnny Powell and the Seasonal Beasts


Knowing

my friend 
i meet you in a strange, familiar place 

in silence 
your voice is still so loud, it's pouring out 

is the knowing enough? 
when all the real words get stuck 

you're silver 
i see my self in you, and bow my head 

like diamond 
the corners of your mouth, towards the light 

is the knowing enough? 
when all the real words get stuck