The fingers feel the lines, they prod the space - your ageing face,
The face that was once so beautiful, is still there but unrecognisable...


Private Hell, from Setting Sons (1979)


The fingers feel the lines, they prod the space - your ageing face, The face that was once so beautiful, is still there but unrecognisable...

The fingers feel the lines, they prod the space - your ageing face, The face that was once so beautiful, is still there but unrecognisable...

The fingers feel the lines, they prod the space - your ageing face, The face that was once so beautiful, is still there but unrecognisable...

The fingers feel the lines, they prod the space - your ageing face, The face that was once so beautiful, is still there but unrecognisable...