she was a slip in time
this friend of mine
a slip in time
she messed with minds
for no reason she
messed with mine
always said, the strangest things
always said, the weirdest things
always said, the little things
will go
she moved with grace and ease
wherever she pleased
with grace and ease
she was always lost
but she always had
that one way back
always said, the strangest things
always said, the weirdest things
always said, the little things
will go
She said
I'm gonna float on the whispers you've never heard
I'm gonna lie in your sleep every time you wake
I'm gonna sing in the choirs of your mind
I'm gonna seep through your memories until you break
I watched my friend unwind
spin undone and turn unkind
with no peace of mind she went flying back
she had lost all track
all the little things
gone
all the little things
gone
.....Flickers of Cabaret Voltaire..…jabs early 80s Gaelo-celtic geetar melody generously wrapped in an Eno-esque crust with undertones of post-industrial industrialness"