The Tower
Room 1
Cold City
Cold city, you won't remember me.
I'm leaving, I'm heading for the sea.
Gold and money, give it to the sea.
Oh, give me water breaking over me.
Cold city, see this tide me?
Salt and sea making waves in me.
Room 2
No Reasoning
Where do you get the sound
that’s howling for wolves?
Where do you get the shine
that’s shimmer for shoals?
And here’s to going round
and going again,
And finding as I turn
there’s never an end.
Where do you aim your sights
and strike it clean?
How can you really know
you know you know what you mean?
Oh, having turned so long
in this old land,
I know I’m like a leash
slipping from the hand.
Room 3
one at a time
You know we’re all
just fighting with the wheel;
a thousand tiny things
cutting us 'till we feel.
Even though I hadn’t
seen you for a while,
I miss the few moments
we did have;
miss that smile.
One at a time,
This loss, it's all mine.
Three days of walking;
these hills are steep.
Mountains are empty;
memories is all we can keep.
Yes, everyone
has a licence to go;
leave the door wide open,
tracks in the snow.
Room 4
hen obaith
(old hope)
Welcome to the world
and a rainbow of imagination.
This fair old earth
is calling for you to move.
May the old patience
bless the tips of your fingers
to follow the quickened grain
and feel the old compassion.
May you get a taste
for the powers of the old hope,
and for its sweet awen
to fruit in art.
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