Rude Corps:
Let's drift by these aching faces
Needful eyes and outstretched limbs
Slip by through abandoned places
Where a bitter cold wind sings

Let's move on now from this Limbo
To a world, I don't know where
A dream I once had led me astray
Well maybe it can still lead us there

Let's drift with no aim in mind but
A restless desire and plenty of time
All that we need is an urge to get away
From all that we've seen, let's leave it behind

Sir:
Before we make a mess of this
Lets drift through the mist over the abyss
Before hopelessness closes in and twists
Before the coldness grips potent and rips our reality to bits
Fragments of a kiss so it can't be replaced by fakes
Be yourself everyone else is taken
Branches quiver and shake a new mystery awakens
The autumn leaves are draped in colours as it changes
Shadows are covered by the night lovers hide in plane sight
Others cower in fright drifting past wonders and delights
Awaiting summers covered in light
Blind lead the blind as were showered by the night