From the recording The Last Day In November


New wine
Old skin
New wine
Let me in

Would you mind
Where to begin
For just a start
A quick peek in

Not under my skin
No wherewithall
No within

Hard heart
Thick skin
Enough vain
To withstain
Me in

I don't boast
This temple ain't holy
But there's room here
Only for one ghost

Is it a crime
To pine for old times
Your hand knows that shelf
Don't fool yourself

Yes, I am weak
And you are strong
But no more than me
Here do you belong