: 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
: 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 day our house collapsed I went down stream. Ifollowed the swans Like i follow my dreams. oh! i was living on borrowed time in a borrowed
: 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
: 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
: 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
: There's a house By the rails that I know In a valley Of It's own With trains and bones And birds in the yard Where the wild Nettles Grow Growing
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: Sundark on darker streets. its violent times for weary feet. carjackers and bullet showers. a yellow sign. too many fools in power but see. i will
: A boy like me is told he is both nine and ninety and A boy like me should shut those books join the army but a boy like me would never be seen fighting
: Black rain Floods the downs Ferrets burrow Moles make mound Round your bones Deep underground But nobody knows Nobody knows How I wait for you Summer
: 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
: Empress of this glorious feeling Your palace above me i journey to give me until you found power i thought we were always us us forever this fire forever
: I was stumbling into battle i was walking into walls 'till i walked myself to peter and i let my shadows fall. he's a boy who never ages. rides a
: It was seven in the morning when the spark began to give. the bath was spilling over, my self pity spilling with it, so i, i fled the country to
: Last winter you came home From an island of fire and stone With fire to relight the life you lost And stones to weigh out the heavy cost And the
: There?s this one hair on my head And I?m not sure with it.. what to do It has avoided the stylish hairdresser And not succumb to cheap shampoo And
: I was once a boy. till i cut my penis off and i grew a hairy skull of stubborn fire then i was a girl. till i sewed my hole up and i grew a hairy