The walker – Recorded at RAK Studios, London

I am out for a walk
 And I will not be back till they're staining my skin
 This is how I chose to talk with some violent hits, violent blossoms akin
 Every night I do walk, and if they're looking down I'm referring my chin
 This is how I chose to talk with some violent hits, violent blossoms akin
 That's a way to truly be seen by furiously scheming in
 Forget the jewels, I'm livid, friends are shutting out fine on their own
 Blood on my cheeks, birds come by
 One of my stomps and they fly
 People politely smile to make sure I won't come any closer
 I am out for a walk
 And I will not be back till they're staining my skin
 This is how I chose to talk with some violent hits, violent blossoms akin
 Every night I do walk, and if they're looking down I'm referring my chin
 This is how I chose to talk with some violent hits, violent blossoms akin
 Now a swollen eye is for days of curious calm storm in May
 Way better off on my own since no one cries there's no one to blame
 It hurts, I feel everything as my sense of self's wearing thin
 Such pains can be a delight far from when I could drown in my shame
 I am out, for a walk
 And I will not be back till they're staining my skin
 This is how I chose to talk with some violent hits, violent blossoms akin
 Every night I do walk, and if they're looking down I'm referring my chin
 This is how I chose to talk with some violent hits, violent blossoms akin
 Say now oh, oh (I chose to talk with violent hits)
 Oh no, no (blossoms akin)
 Say now oh, oh (I chose to talk with violent hits)
 Oh no, no (blossoms akin)
 Say now oh, oh (I chose to talk with violent hits)
 (Blossoms akin) oh, oh, oh, oh