Valdese

Please return the focus To the setting where I left I picture you floating With a ghost above the trees My camera is the soul To those armies long forgotten And the picture tells the story In the chapter on Valdese Valdese For leaving can be golden on the wing And I can swim But if I can't, I'll sing The mail arrives, I read and then I leave Because the more I read The more I feel deceived The more I read The more I feel deceived Do you ever feel locked in? Do you ever feel that you can't win? The madman can slide the knife inside But who then has their sights set on him? And the ghost in the orchard Will sharpen his teeth And climb way up in a tree And wait for some poor fool to wander beneath On his blind journey to Valdese To Valdese And 9 is the number Great lover, great lover I picture you floating With a ghost above the trees And 9 is the number Great lover, great lover And 9 is the number Great lover, great lover Valdese To Valdese And 9 is the number Great lover, great lover And 9 is the number Great lover, great lover And 9 is the number Great lover, great lover And 9 is the number Great lover, great lover