Bolt Hole

 

Bolt hole green

Listenin' to the birds nesting in the eaves

Your old bed knows your old dreams

Doesn't matter where you go or what you've seen

 

Where is doesn't matter if your broken

Nor just how far you think you should've come

It always goes without being spoken

You've always somewhere left to run

 

Bolt hole blue

Running from the list of things to do

These old windows have seen some views

Their different light can help you choose

 

Where is doesn't matter if your broken

Nor just how far you think you should"ve come

It always goes without being spoken

You've always somewhere left to run

 

Bolt hole brown

Place your feet down on the ground

These old walls will hold you in

Keep out the world and all it's spin

 

Where is doesn't matter if your broken

Nor just how far you think you should've come

It always goes without being spoken

You've always somewhere left to run

Bolt hole.

 

Nicole Perrott Hughes 2016.