Charcoal Lyrics

[Charcoal – from illumineon, 2003]

Countless faces
I’m standing
Cold, waiting
Crowd like a shadow passing
Shuffling in overcoats
Dark clothes
Someone is shouting
Electric, mega phonetic
Subway train insistent
And I’ve got pocket hands
Staring like a local

Then her eyes
Among the dead wood
Charcoal lit
And I am warm again