Inside from Wandering Bull by Michael James Keane

Inside
Every move
Our trim nails on the carpet smooth
Wall’s in trouble in the room again
We’re here in trouble in the room again

Inside
It’s fucking light out in the city now
I don’t want to be
I don’t want to be
Thought I’d make it
Past the hollow faze
The fear of being and behaving strange
Fuelled on pain
You punched by chest and pulled me in again
Inside

Inside
The claws are gripping
At our backs again
And I am born
To be sorry
For the long night
Hoped to grit it through this lonely gain
Engine running and driving straight
Fuelled on pain
You punched my breath and pulled me in again
Inside

• Folk
• Wellington