Writen in Bristol Jan 2009. A song about a snapshot of feeling and time. Summed up by the line . . . 'don't you let go of my hand' a recognition of the support of a loved one and how that is more special than any perceived supernatural guidance.

LYRICS -

Can I get a ticket across the sea?
Didn't you hear that I'm a refugee?
Ok so it helped to win the war
But the battle's long since left the shore

There's still a chance that the palm reader lied
Bury my heart in the sand
Our enemy's near but the river is wide
Wait 'til you see what I've planned
The water is deep but luck's on our side
Don't you let go of my hand

Higher, Higher, what's my status now?
Another day, things are looking down
Another day, staring at the floor
Trying to find the key to the door

There's still a chance that the palm reader lied
Bury my heart in the sand
Our enemy's near but the river is wide
Wait 'til you see what I've planned
The water is deep but lucks on our side
Don't you let go of my hand