Produced by David Pye. Lyrics: There’s a resolution, caught you in the bar. Underneath the light, highlighting all of the scars. I was in no position, but I was overjoyed. Hazel, turn your cards up, legs uncrossed, dealer spat you down. Honest, law abiding, do your best, come to be spat out. There’s a resolution, where you’re the theatre star. Hold on to the reins, it’s getting, profane. Onus ain’t around, it’s getting lame. On another plane, uncoupled. Physical and dry, hiding from the rain. https://soundcloud.com/vildemusic/hazel