From the east to the south I tongue the roof of my mouth To new days of doubt without you First gear I face the trouble ahead Final word's been said
As the bell tower blocks the summer light All the seeds in our garden fight To break and blossom, all to be adored And look, your skirt is torn And there
Coat of black, coat of black Weary waiting, weary waiting I turn out the light, we kiss goodnight And weary waiting Weary waiting to come closer Closer
I wake at dusk to go alone Without a light to the unknown I want this night inside of me I want to feel, I want this speeding I want that speeding My
She kisses him on Bermondsey Street And rises high on the balls of her feet Declares this the greatest love Of the century He fumbles for a wedding ring
Since i met you. this house has started to decay and every wall that once was clean. has turned a shade of grey. so much to rescue. so much you just
Lucy, remember the smell of that fall The fires of fungus and the rotting leaves I fell off the wagon into your arms Into this long month of Sundays And
So long, my friend There must always be an end But all our love and life and song Carries on, I carry it on Now the lightships are guiding you Over the
A boy like me is told He is both nine and ninety And a boy like me Should shut those books Join the army And a boy like me Would never be seen Fighting
Enchanted, enchanted This magical place that we've found No one here but us and the sound Of the stars and the night owls Your breath and the rolling
While I'm asleep My spirit crawls out Of my belly button And goes down to the sea To gather the wind The wires and the shore To wander the hills
Jacob The ladder Is falling Down Heaven Is out Of reach For us now The golden gates The closing clouds Jacob The ladder Has fallen Down
Sun dark on darker streets It's violent times for weary feet Carjackers and bullet showers A yellow sign, too many fools in power But see, I will be
So come on, give me the worst And then again I'm feeling Braver than I've ever been From the skull down to the feet All out for blood and sweat And meat
So let the people talk This Monday morning walk Right past the fabulous mess we're in It's gonna be a beautiful day So do the bluebirds say As I take
The work is done and the record pressed Now you're doing battle With the fickle press You've got to strike the hammers And pull the bow And another
I hear you, but I'm not afraid of you I'm not afraid of you Father, where is my gun? Now that the war has begun Oh, let me go it alone, I need no one
I used to say just follow your heart But my heart always led me in circles and i used to say just follow your dreams but my dreams always led me to
