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đ” Monckswood
Based on the History of Monckswood, by Wembury House
Verse 1
Archways open to the rain
Curtains breathing dust again
Paintings never found a face
Rooms remember every trace
Chorus
Monckswood, shifting light
Tiles hum in the silver night
Shutters close, but still it sees
Whispers held in climbing trees
Verse 2
Steel turns plastic, dreams turn grey
Flags fall down and drift away
Spanish air beneath the beams
Lingers in the half-formed scenes
Chorus
Monckswood, cracked and warm
Every window changed its form
Voices echo, names dissolve
Time forgets what doors revolve
Bridge
RAF blue, marble floor
Captain left and closed the door
Gate still swings, the paddocks bare
But something strange still settles there
Final Chorus
Monckswood, flicker, fade
Built in brushstrokes, brick and shade
Beneath the paint, the years still hum
And no one knows where echoes come