These feet have walked so many miles And on so many continents Still this heart is beating wild As yet of no great consequence But oh, When the rhythm
Just to hear the sound of water Just to put the fire on ice I'm lying down in the shower Oh mercy loosen the vice Sometimes the sword is so heavy My
I watched late night planes Leave cool white trails And my trouble took flight Goodnight trouble Goodnight I kissed my friend And he took my hand My
Willow tree by the sea Where the guards lie How I love to look at you With all my aching lie Winter comes winter kills Let it go by There?ll be better
I was born by an old streetlight Where the men lean out of their windows at night And I was a lead in the orphan choir And I sang with all my might Until
Take me Love me Invade the portions of me That are dark and warm and deep Hero was hero I am glad that you are here So, take your love and take your
an atom; by thought I comprehend the world.] Hey Mister Paper Better get your story straight We're not from the 60's And it's Sarah with an H And,
Armies and ice and dirty green Newspapers, shovels, sand on the breeze I think of Eliot when I smell the street and it's sometimes wise Just to shut your
I have been to the shadowland I heard the empty call The hatred anorexia Misery and alcohol By their hearths I warmed myself To escape from the winter
Inside a heart Of freezing boys Searching for the answer In a shiney dime Who beg for sleep And piece of mind Why must the aging page Decide? Me and
Whatever happened to Duncan? He was a good boy they say The girls all wanted him to dance with The boys to play to play When the policeman came knocking
What did I give to you What did you give to me A nothing-trail of silences that warp in the rain You said I don't really know the reason It's just not
bit Easier I'm like the trees in the midnight parks Throwing tantrums, igniting sparks We've been left by the viaducts With the last flame of the universe S. Slean
Here's the story 'bout me and Jerome Just convinced him to come out of his home Free as freedom with the highways to rome He said 'I'll take a drink,
.m., the cars come") I don't expect you to understand this ("Here comes again, blood in the vein") War ("Seven a.m., the cars come") ?S. Slean
You are what they call the human season You are all the alphabet in one You are every colour of confusion You are all the silence I've become Love me
The town is crouching A field of windmills waits, their stupid heads turning Stirring the night's bath Bundles of vapour hang over the factories Whose
I have a future I have substantial bank accounts make lotsa money and hope it don't run out I am a beauty it just takes me four, five hours a day