Reviews & Sticky Notes…

“…Sung from a perspective of fear, hopelessness and despair, this song will make you cry whilst simultaneously keeping an upbeat and fast passed rhythm – the craftsmanship of this song is incredible…” (MLP)


Looking at the door,
she knew she’d never make it
The atmosphere is heavy,
the pulse even stronger
Everyone could see,
the weight, the haze
She comes down hard like summer rain

Falling slowly down,
from a great distance
She could see everyone,
turned the other way
Looking at the door,
fresh out of space
She comes down hard like summer rain

Winds of change blow her away,
as someone sings the Hundred Names
A moon is sinking she’s flying now,
her face lit up by summer rain

(©Greg Sneddon)