You flick your mane and click your fingers again And from your back, you call my name And like a fool, I run right back to you And dance along to your
As I sit and watch The summertime, And the shadow of The cranes. By the branches of The cedar tree And the beating of The day. You are the rose Within
I think I?ll call her number Just one time. If she calls back, I don?t care. She won?t mind. I think I kept her details In my phone. If I?ve lost them
Didn?t I try To love her? Didn?t I paint Pictures of her? Didn?t I try To change? I shouldn?t have bothered. Didn?t I buy The ocean for her? Didn?t I
We sat under London skies on A perfect June day. I touched her hand And whispered our names. And all of the birds flew by and The clouds blow away The
Nothing ever goes right Nothing really flows in my life No one really cares if no one ever shares my care People push by with fear in their eyes in my
I tidy your wayward hair I buy clothes you never wear I try to kiss all your tears away I freeze you in polaroids And capture your dark brown voice
Take a look at us Hate where there was lust The trip like honey But lust don?t mean a thing When all we do is shout and scream It?s almost funny We?re
Don?t tap against my window. Don?t listen at my wall. Don?t ask for information. As the answer?s always so. Collect me From the station. The blank departure
We light the oil And touch the beads. The naked feel Of rosary . The fall of morning On the lands. The smell of incense On our hands. We kneel Before
There's anger in their skin It's just a style for them They move with murder in their vein A cardboard filled indoors They pass the daylight off
Called you on your private number Left a message on your mobile phone Even tried the operator When I call, no one's home Trying just so hard to reach
Wipe the winter from your pillow Take the cups from the machine Vapor trails in the clear blue sky Spell your name in Japanese One lazy morning when
My love she hides a cruel disease It's the bullet in her mind, it's the plan between her knees It's the colour of the night, it's the number of the
Strangers just the other day Walked right up and asked your name Vodka in the afternoon Drunk so much we left our food Ebony now here we go, moving
Baby thought she really needed that sofa Baby thought she really wanted that dress Baby thought she really had to have two cars Baby thought she really
And when your clothes are on the ground and your hair is falling down Will you surrender to it now? Because yes only we exist in our symphony of flesh
With your mauve Pillow. And your laddered tights With your neat Covers. And your midnight Eyes. With your sisters in The suburbs. With your ballerina?
