Numb

There’s a chill in the air This whiskey won’t erase It bites me to the bone Dries the tears off my face Wind blow me away Pick me up and carry me Cradle me in your clouds And rock me to sleep Turntable spins Elliott He seems to understand There’s no comfort though From the Plain Clothes Man Throw my drink on the fire Nourishes the flames They lick at the sky But don’t care about my name Get off the fucking bed Busy up your head I know what’s best But I dive deeper instead Lover speaks of acedia Parleys with my heart Wisdom is one thing But won’t stop me tearing apart Numb it up And drink it down Got to get away somehow But I can’t care to run Swallow till it slows me down You won’t find me now No way and no how You won’t find me now No you won’t find me now Song written by Mick Hickman Cover art by Sean Simmans Recorded mixed and mastered by Stan Keightley at Vegetative State