East of Cain
I was remixing an old song last night. Trying to see if I can pull out a better song from the old tracks. During the process I came across these lyrics (I say came across because it is almost as if someone else wrote them – me of 20 years ago).
Somewhere East of Cain we all lost ground
Eden guards her fruit, the rains tumble down.
Faith comes, religion falls
Graffiti art on the cloister walls
Somewhere East of Cain we all lost ground.