Unknown by Christopher Hockey

Lyrics:

Thoughts like a fountain pen spilling on a page,
Now they’re swirling and turning maybe this is a craze,
Searching far and wide across the plane of mind,
Is this real is this mine or is it something divine?
Now we’re crashing reality is thrashing,
These things are Unknown
These thoughts are more than a phase.

And I can’t seem to shake all these feelings,
They’re running around in a fiery blaze,
All these things that I’m thinking are blinking before me
And never showing their true face
Is it real, Is it mine, Is it something Divine,
Is it Real, Is it mine or Unknown.

• Alternative
• Contemporary Folk
• Folk
• Indie Folk
• indie
• rock
• Cork