Tripping over formalities
Walking the thin line again
Slipping up in this reality
Trying to find you in the end

A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, 
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, 
And the dry stone no sound of water.  

Run away from bad years
reverse what has become to rust
Now I will show you fear
In a handful of dust

Chasing broken dreams
through haunted nightmares
cant forget what i've seen
my soul has been bared

There is shadow under this red rock 
And I will show you something different from either 
Your shadow at morning striding behind you 
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; 

Getting snagged into obscurity
lost inside entangled thoughts
clawing towards the end of sanity
common sense already lost

Run away from bad years
reverse what has become to rust
Now I will show you fear
In a handful of dust

Form of Fear - Eric Enwood 3 sleepless nights in June/01