The winter sun creeps into the cracks between stones
How would you have met me?
A Standard Life
Hearing shingle explode, seeing it skip
Shit!
He knew he was the wrong listener
Three Kings, 2007
Blessed are, blessed are, blessed are
CHUNK
I saw three ships go sailing by
OK, Let's go, me and you
What could be hurting so much
Let's mock the great and good, stick pins in Mother Theresa
The northern sky rose high and black
There was this man and he was the strongest
And the day was plucked and tasted bitter
He gritted his teeth like a cliff
All the women in the world could not move him
Grandfather's Watch
Eyeless and mouthless
Her promises took the top off his skull
A dull axe chunking in a dark wood
He loved her and she loved him
despite everything, morning comes
Safe and sure for ever and ever
One man, a deserted platform
Waiting, while she brushed her hair
Kettle
Love will pass, good will come
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