Counterpoint

Counterpoint - Delphic I keep holding my head up holding it up Holding my head up, holding it up I keep holding my head up holding it up Holding my head up, holding it up Late at night I'll run through the streets and empty corridors I'll find my cou

To the old chrome cassette of my mother's voice I still cry when I hear her sing The clock struck twelve, the voice I love so well Was eaten up by the machine It was eaten up by the machine When the glass is full, drink up, drink up This maybe the la