: Keep it quiet. (Go slow.) Circulate. Need to know. Stamp the date upon your file masquerade, but well worth while. Wrapped in the warmth of you
: Good morning, gentlemen. Why the uneasy frowns? Too much everything and I can't recall. Did I let you down? Nobody will answer me. Makes me feel
: Salamander? born in the sun-kissed flame. Who was it lit your candle branded you with your name? I see you walking by my window in your Kensington
: The leaded window opened to move the dancing candle flame And the first Moths of summer suicidal came, suicidal came. And a new breeze chattered
: The bomb's in the china. The fat's in the fire. There's no turkey left on the table. The commuter's return on the six o'clock flyer brings no bale
: Walking through forests of palm tree apartments scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents down by the waterhole drunk every Friday eating
: Brain-storming habit-forming battle-warning weary winsome actor spewing spineless chilling lines --- the critics falling over to tell themselves
: Lend me your ear while I call you a fool. You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood, and later insisted your feelings were true. The witch
: Tip-toes in silence `round my bed and quiets the raindrops overhead. With her everlasting smile She still my fever for a while. Oh, nursie dear
: I once met a girl with the life in her hands and we lay together on the summerday sands. I gave her my raincoat and told her, "Lady, be good!" And
: You'll hear me calling in your sweet dream, can't hear your daddy's warning cry. You're going back to be all the things you want to be, while in
: we travellers on the endless wastes in single orbits, gliding cold-eyed march towards the dawn behind hard-weather hoods a-hiding. Meeting as the
: On Preston platform do your soft shoe shuffle dance. Brush away the cigarette ash that's falling down your pants. And you sadly wonder does the
I feel is so far away: I'm a bad dream that I just had today - and you shake your head and say it's a shame. Spin me back down the years and the
: Fallen on hard times - but it feels good to know that milk and honey's just around the bend. Running on bad lines - we'd better run as we go, Tear
: Spoken Intro: (Lines join in faint discord and the stormwatch brews a concert of kings as the white sea snaps at the heels of a soft prayer whispered
the sunset my hands in her hair. We are our own saviours as we start both our hearts beating life into each other. Wond'ring aloud will the years
: Nine miles of two-strand topped with barbed wire laid by the father for the son. Good shelter down there on the valley floor, down by where the