: We slept in this room together but now you're gone It's so quiet, I'll turn the TV on We lived in this room together We painted the walls Now time
: He feels her smile when he's afraid, it reminds him of his life before she went away He might crumble, but he'll not fall, if the memory of his only
: I wanna go to bed With arms around me But wake up on my own Pretend That I'm still sleeping Til' you go home Oh I can't look at you This morning I
They let me know you were gone Susanne the plans they made put an end to you I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song I just can't remember
: I'd like to watch you sleep at night to hear you breathe by my side And though sleep leaves me behind there's nowhere I'd rather be And now our bed
: The young gentleman came riding past on a snow-blue winter's day He asked to drink by our fire and I was pleased to let him stay He drank there
likes to drink And sing to us at 3 in the morning I've got 5 best friends, 2 parents and a brother And a man at home who likes to think That every song
: You can sleep forever, but still you will be tired You can stay as cold as stone, but still you won't find peace With you I feel I'm the meek leading
: Oh darling I miss you And boy is it hard The thought of you leaving Is breaking my heart New York, New York, temperature's droppin' The band'
: My love has gone His boots no longer by my door He left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go {Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad
: Coming back from Paris on the train I really didn't care if the journey took all day. Trying to turn the pages of my magazine while trying to keep
: 'Bout a month ago I'd never seen your face I'd never heard your voice 'Bout a month ago I am a careful hunter And I had to search Before I found your
: I know what you came for And I know when you'll leave You came for my heart And it's lost to me For I won't stop you I will open my door My heart is
: I used to be so fearless so limitless and free Happy on my own and nothing really bothered me. I had desires to see the world, jump out of planes and
: (H. Purcell / live at Meltdown Festival, London, July 1 1995) Thy hand, belinda; darkness shades me: On thy bosom let me rest: More I would, but
