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And the last thing I'd recall Her body standing on the stove Sandy wiping her grey eyes I was pleased and frightened To see a grownup woman cry She
The air is still it's five o'clock wet streamers from red walls the rocks are thick with dampened ashes as the morning falls a plastered laugh shrieks
Is it enough to have some love small enough to slip inside a book small enough to cover with your hand because everyone around you wants to look it is
When I went got to the party They gave me a forty And I must have been thirsty Cause I drank it so quickly When I got to the bedroom There was somebody
Mary's surgeon Called me urgent Get down to ward And take...my god! Who would date me in the dark And for this labor I was savoured Tender and braindead
I Google you late at night when I don't know what to do I find photos you've forgotten you were in put up by your friends I Google you when the day is
Is it enough to have some love small enough to slip inside a book small enough to cover with your hand because everyone around you wants to look it
I tried to fall in it again My friends took bets and disappeared They mime their sighing violins I think I'll wait another year I want my chest pressed
any girl in history said Sure, you seem so nice, let's get it on Still, I always shock them when I answer Hi my name's Amanda and I'm not gonna live
I could do the dishes while talking on the phone i could ask you for an answer but you want to be alone I can never do the dishes a single dish at a
Bright, my little bluesboy you smile too much let's see a nice frown don't touch so much he made it look fun what's done is done I am so stupid you
Blake says no one ever really loved him They just faked it to get money from the government And Blake thinks angels grow when you plant angel dust
When I was six years old, my sister Alison asked for a stove for her birthday. A miniature one you could actually could with and my mum was nice and
They pose symmetrical Scattered through the Echo Hall Works of art in pensive phase With the worldy critics gaze And there's a special one Another convert
I can?t get them up I can?t get them up I can?t get them up At all Hey ho let go good morning killer king you?re a star that?s gorgeous hold it right
I Google you late at night when I don't know what to do I find photos you've forgotten you were in put up by your friends I Google you when the day
I have a little house Close to town but not to the city Far from home but near my family No water views but so close to the sea I see, this is how my