Lyric Seven Years

Haven t seen the sun for seven days
November s got her nails dug in deep
Haven t seen my son for seven years
and the chances are we ll never again meet

If truth be told I don t even know his name
If truth be told he doesn t even know my name

I spend my spare time with my rosary beads
although I never learnt to pray
but you don t need the light
and it s best to pretend
that you ve seen the errors of your ways

The darkness in here
is as heavy as a judgement
This darkness, heavy as a judgement

My dreams are now filled with Gilead trees
and other sights that I ve never seen
They used to be filled
with the fears of tomorrow
and the horror that it might bring

His eyes felt to me
as cold as a stone mason s chisel
His eyes fell on me, cold
like a stone mason s chisel

Strange how a mind can always recall
what the senses eagerly leave behind
I can remember his face, rage,
disgust and distaste
but to my fear I have grown blind

Memories are just dead men making trouble
this memory is just a dead man making trouble