Groundings from MESSENGER by Tom Fowkes

I’m sitting on a curb
As life can’t call asleep tonight
I’m walking in a stain
As love inverts it seems

All of us are silent
Sitting and the wolves stand in my own
To beat about the bush and call me open
Anyone in stares and all of my say
You are another world apart
Are the other part, stabbing in

To sleep a weight out of myself
To sleep, awaken on my fall
To fall asleep in by the wheel

You were my fault, never insulting
You wore my fire in all deserve

You were my fight in call to verse you
You were the climb which I reap
I’ll find no stares and comfort calling you
I’ll find no rile in all my time

Fought way for the cover, wait for the see
Wait for the cover, wait for the see

Wait for the cover, wait for the see
Wait for the cover, wait to find me

• Acoustic
• Alternative
• indie folk
• indie rock
• singer-songwriter
• Australia