The storm blows around This harbour town I listen to its wind as a choir The shipping forecast Is crackling Like wet wood upon a fire And time
London, did you have to take my child away? you buried him under rent and low pay. I've been cyling in circles round your empty streets. i've been
I am the tragedy And the heroine I am lost And I am rescuing The storm is come And I am following My name is Tristan And I am alive Forever
Won't, won't let this city, won't let this city Won't, won't let this city, won't let this city (Won't let this city destroy our love) Won't, won't let
Wind in the wires Electricity, on the edge of a cliff Moments of transcendence Sweet and transitory But here comes a rage A crippling anger Sea birds
Its a wild stretch of land Such a sad place to be When the night comes heavy down And the sands turn to sea Many saints have lost their love Many
Alone again in Paris Travel drained I write to you You've been on my mind Cold days, long nights A rooftop in Berlin I call Confess the state I'm in
Walk tall beneath these trees, boy You monolith, not scarred by fallout Us wolves were right behind you And Lucifer will never find you, oh no The moon
Magpie Was it you who stole the wedding ring? Or what other thieving bird Would steal such hope away? Magpie I am lost among the hinterland Caught among
Summer in San Francisco Kissing chlorine in the swimming pool Out of fuel at the Phoenix motel I slept alone again that night And sweet dreams of Mother
And I showed you my ugly heart Yet you did not surrender Love me back to life Through my self destruction, December All paranoia's to trust I turned
Oh, I love this house, I love this house Gives me the greatest peace I've ever known Oh, I love to hear those conkers fall Smash 'em on an Southwark stone
The motorway won't take a horse The wanderer has found a course to follow The traveller unpacked his bags for the last time The troubadour cut off his
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
Won't let the city destroy our love Won't let the city destroy our love You know I I hate to see you cry But when you open up to me I take you in
Tribe! Battle the patriarch Battle for equal rights Battle, battle, battle Battle back your liberty Battle the long night Come on Battle battle battle
So let the people talk It's Monday morning walk Right past the fabulous mess we're in It's gonna be a beautiful day So do the bluebirds sing As I take
Tower Bridge Is closing And all of Bermondsey Is asleep Streetlight walks the waters Rising fast and dark and deep Well is your work of art so heavy