Space to Fill 


Words by Ian Barlow
Music by The Dig



Saw my shadow on the hill.
Need it back got some space to fill.
Its reflected in the trees.
Relax my mind and feel the breeze.

Life’s derived from a golden seed,
Gray in the eyes of the beholder.
Shutter at the sight you've seen,
Your apparition bound to the boulder.

Saw my spirit stranded on the hill.
Said he came one yard from a thrill.
Said "My friend there's no need to seethe.
Relax your mind and feel the breeze."

Lives prescribed to a stitch or seam
Left in the mind of the beholder.
Shutter at the thought of me,
An apparition dragging the boulder.