This is the place, I made my first mistake here lays a trinket box of error, and regret, settle down, pack this box away let go. And if you should see
We kicked our shoes off. Can you feel the ground beneath you shift All I need, is time and space to breathe. And either side of this deep breath. At
all across the subways these voices cry the same phrase: we're leaving in a motor car today the streetlights in the rearview shoot shadows through
let this one go, take your steps back this boat has passed, this boat has passed cross over the bridge, walk down through the park, by the swingset
She Painted Pictures There's no beginning on the ends, You packed your things and left my house Since ive been sleeping on a couch This time we'll
a single shot rang out in the street and my heart grew still with fear will this cold wind never cease? will i make it through this year? my father
The mourners of St Paul Let the sky grow dark With a heavy heart Let the funeral start x2 Suddenly it seemed Love is just a dream On a TV screen
raise your glasses half empty the needle skips, spinning over and over all the drunks and their floosies pour out of the bars run away with me now
I know this world is vicious darling lets make tracks now Black out all the city lights and drink till we both grown numb And lay down to sleep I feel
My father's ghost behind us And my brother's further south We took the early evening bus Back to my Mother's house Honey, you can take my bed I'll stay
