In the rushes and the reeds, muddy water to the knees he is catching his breath by the twisted tree.
‘The dogs must have lost the trail by now’ he said wiping his blood soaked mud from the brow.


He puts a rock to the chains as a sudden shard of white light cuts through the rain.
When there’s nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide but the sound of the sirens on the other side of the rushes and the reeds.


In the rushes and the reeds.
In the rushes and the reeds.


Through the brambles and the rain, muddy water in the brain, he is catching his breath by the broken down train.
‘The dogs must have lost the trail by now’ he said wiping his blood soaked mud from the brow.


He puts a rock to the chains, as a sudden shard of white light cuts through the rain.
You got to drink up the dark that spills onto the night, taste the cold spark of the pale moonlight.
Send the ghost in the shadow bouncing over the walls, Make a toast to the demon sleeping out in the stalls in the rushes and the reeds.


In the rushes and the reeds.
In the rushes and the reeds.