I'm the darkness in the light I'm the leftness in the right I'm the rightness in the wrong I'm the shortness in the long I'm the goodness in the bad I
I know you've tried I know you've cried I know you've died a little inside, but... Baby you could be famous You could see your marble face all around
No matter how I try I just can't get her out of my mind And I when I sleep I visualize her I saw her in the pub I met her later at the nightclub A mutual
Well, we've been going together Since the eighth of November And though it seems like forever I very clearly remember You told me on our first date What
They say that, "You'll hear him if you're really listening" And pray for that feeling of grace But that's what I'm doing, why doesn't he answer? I've
Moons in June I've given up on that stuff Arms have charms but I've no hope of falling in love The rest of life pales in significance I'm looking
There's a young lady called Rosie; She is my West Country girl. I promised her that no matter Where I should go in the world, I'd send a postcard to her
Take me out tonight Where there's music and there's people who are young and alive Driving in your car I never never want to go home, because I haven'
Generation sex respects the rights of girls Who want to take their clothes off As long as we can all watch that's okay And generation sex elects the type
Here comes the flood Rivers of mud, baby Here comes the quake Evacuate while you still can Here comes the fire Our funeral pyre, baby Here comes the flood
Where are you going, with your fetlocks blowing in the wind? I want to shower you with sugar lumps, and ride you over fences Polish your hooves every
You're so transparent, I can guess without question You need something or other to cover your expression I bought you some sunspecs from the local hipsters
Through a long and sleepless night / I thought upon the jury's plight If what is wrong can feel so right / then life's no longer black and white It's
They sit, and watch the clouds go by And make believe it's Irish skies They love the sun, but pray for rain They drink to take away the pain The London
I stood upon the listed bridgeDividing different imagesLogic vs = emotionMountain stream vs the oceanWill we ever learn?Logic vs = emotionPoliticians
Back at the house A bottle is found And opened in honour of those who have drowned, While we who have not are stricken with guilt And dutifully see that
I cannot reconcile myself to this - I wish I could!I cannot live the = life I ought to live - I know I should!I cannot bring myself to = pray,Except to
Daybreak on the motorway to Damascus A heavenly angel flagged me down and asked for a ride into town For God's sake, on the motorway to Damascus This