Emily & Charlotte
       (C) 1996 N.Thomas / C.Stipetic

       This moorland isolation, sleeping centuries surround
       You can feel the Earth rotating as the core beats out aloud
       Cumulous and cirrus, they float above my head
       As I recall the bitterness of everything she said

           My heart is somehow warm here
           As if Emily and Charlotte are by my side, by my side
           Maybe I'm confronting something
           Challenging my past, personified, reconciled

       I'm offended by my left hand in my right handed hell
       And I'm reminded of the Heartland reading 'Curer Bell'
       Ancient words that cannot harm you as they sleep beneath their tomb
       A crystallised cocoon

       A hollow empty room, another makeshift womb
       A moths erratic flight under thirty watts of light
       In my final degradation, can atonement still begin?
       A last chance for salvation as the walls start closing in