| FALL BACK full moon as the clocks go back silver supernatural wolds little one can you see the face ? of the mystery that unfolds what are you afraid of ? living so far from towns the shop that never opens shotguns fired by clowns warmest October on record will all be swamped by water ? we cannot fret too much only love a son or daughter the moon is beaming still lighting the badgers' trail we wait for snow and ice by the fire that cannot fail |