Counterpoint

To the old chrome cassette of my mother's voice I still cry when I hear her sing The clock struck twelve, the voice I love so well Was eaten up by the machine It was eaten up by the machine When the glass is full, drink up, drink up This maybe the la

Counterpoint - Delphic I keep holding my head up holding it up Holding my head up, holding it up I keep holding my head up holding it up Holding my head up, holding it up Late at night I'll run through the streets and empty corridors I'll find my cou