March 2011 - Foxes In Fiction

Seen through the glass, take the day to rest

Reinvent the past, feel it in my chest

Tide begins to split, watch the coast decay

Lost my voice getting lit, lost the words to say

Safe beneath the shade, heal this part of me

Counting forwards now, to who we want to be

See you once a year, snow begins to melt

Describing the fear, remember how it felt?