To every note in every chart
An escaped voice speaks from the corner of the room
Sneaking past the narrow truth
Everyone else follows through
The hopeless telling of sorries cling to your lungs
In the print of tomorrow what reminds me of them does not remind me of yours
Lose on both sides until there are two
I'm sat at the last table
WRITERS
ADELE LOUISE BETHEL, AILIDH LENNON, DAVID IAN ALEXANDER GOW, SCOTT PATERSON