THE ISOLATE
©Trev Teasdel (1st verses written Coventry 1979 / rest of lyric and music Middlesbrough 1985)


Under lock and key
In a room where no one goes
He sheds the tears
no one else will see.
In the recess of his mind
where troubles often hide
He feels the sorrow
felt by him alone.


Bridge 1
His eyes do not betray
the hurt that rots his soul
and his lips are sworn to secrecy
(his lips are sworn to secrecy).


Chorus
but he says it’s alright
Daylight follows night
He knows to hold on tight
One day it will come right.


In a folder ‘neath the floor boards
in a room where no one goes
are the words he wrote
to songs he never sings.
In the silence of his solitude
so void and unbenign
we witness how
his dreams are growing wings.


Bridge 2
One day his key will turn
One day his door will open
You’ll see his dreams take shape
in the world outside his mind
And when his heart is sure
When his vision’s clear
You’ll see his dreams take flight
in the room outside his mind…
(To Chorus)


And his dreams are howling wolves
in the hopelessness of night
that beckon to
and herald in the light.
And his sorrow and his searching
are craftsmen of his dreams
chiselled in that ri n shred of life.


Bridge 3
His heart is pure and clear
like a stream that wanders free
He sees things as they ought to be.
And he climbs the stairs of life
with his visions running wild
and guides them as they grow
like a parent would a child.

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Two early demos with vocals and synth