The wind blows whispers down the street,
Having free reign with the town so bleak -
Like everything else it's - all gone away.
The Town Hall clock gives forth its chime,

a_casual_affair

It's funny how time seems to soften the blow
And only with time do I see at all
That the promises made were the start of the fall
The biggest mistake was to promise at all
waiting

I don’t mind what people say,
They always think the worst anyway
And if I’m wrong I’ll pay the price
It’s a cost that I don’t count as sacrifice
I’m gonna love

the_paris_match

Empty hours
Spent combing the street
In daytime showers
They've become my beat;
As I walk from cafe to bar
I wish I knew where you are;
Because you've clouded

the_lodger’s_(or_she_was_only_a_shopkeeper’s_daughter)


all_year_round

Our eyes meet across the floor
We don't have to say much more
Lets take a chance on it
Say you'll be mine till spring
We kiss on crowded streets
We kiss everyti

money go round

It's no good praying to the powers that be
'Cause they won't shake the roots of the money tree
No good praying to the pristine alters
Waiting for the blessing with Holy water
a_stone’s_throw_away


a_woman’s_song_(hstga_version)


walls_come_tumbling_down

You don't have to take this crap
You don't have to sit back and relax
You can actually try changing it
I know we've always been taught to rely
Upon those in authority -
the_whole_point_of_no_return

The lords and ladies pass a ruling
That sons and girls go hand in land
From good stock and the best breeding
Paid for by the servile class
Who have been told all lie in st

confessions_1,_2_&_3


heaven’s_above


the_story_of_someone’s_shoe


headstart_for_happiness_(single_version)