She stares at the screen, at the little words of green. Tries to do remember what to do next. There's a trace of frustration that crosses her face. Searching for the key she should press.
In the tall grass upon the dune. He rests his head on you. It's warm wind and a faded sky. You watch him drifting far away. Dreaming, drowning. Did you marry a man who married the sea?.
The bonfires blazed across the city, the smoke swirling into the sky. We were standing shoulder to shoulder, Billy McCann and I. Our faces ruddy and burning as we stared into the flames.
The vans they come in convoys now, stealing through the dawn. Silent in the countryside in the hills up to the north. There's road blocks on the Meden bridge.
The lovers they kiss and slowly they turn. for drawing a breath there is nothing but time. A thousand million years before we crash in the sun. And I know we will be still here in Her arms.
I'm heading north, I'm heading home doing 125. I close my eyes and count to ten. Ha ha, I'm still alive. Perfect, perfect tunnel vision, razor sharp and racing, racing.
In a ring of men, with money changing hands. All the gypsy kings, they were gathered from miles around. I was tapped on the shoulder, stripped to the waist.
I'll take any drug in the whole damn world if you'll only notice me. Mainline poisons by the score - please will you notice me. I'll break any law, hurt anybody - for God's sake notice me.
Are we still not speaking?. Bitter words leave such a bitter taste. Yes, I meant to hurt you. But it was never meant to go as far as this. And still I can make no sense out of these things that I do.
We drive in silence beneath the grey dawning skies. Past the cooling towers where the white clouds slowly rise. I watch the world through motionless eyes.
Ch: Four o'clock in the morning and still we cannot sleep. Turning over turning round, twisting in our sweat. They say there is no rest for the wicked ones.
Across the town on the other hill,. your lights glow from a different world.. You always found a place to hide - nails and cross to lay beside;. with all the ghosts that we denied..
There's storm clouds amassing over in the west up above the moor. The city shines in grey, mills closing down on the valley floor. All you can do here is survive, grit your teeth and just stay alive.
You say that you'd rather be really poor. Than scratching, saving, scrimping all the pennies. Looking in the windows at what you can't afford. Always hungry, never starving.
(Sullivan). Stare across the crowd, the fear and love in their faces. The children of the tribes, prisoners of the flags unfurling. Protect us in these changing times.
Stare across the crowd, the fear and love in their faces. The children of the tribes, prisoners of the flags unfurling. Protect us in these changing times,.
It seems strange to write about these things now. but the time has probably come when we should. accept whatever is past and gone and never will return..
Tell all the people who believe what they read in the press. Tell all the folk who stare from behind suburban walls. The enemy is not some nation far across the sea.
Cassandra's still shouting from the city walls but no one ever hears. And far below the traffic moves like fish upon the ocean floor. to the rhythms of the tide.
Well we all learned how to use a fork and a knife. How sometimes we have to wear a suit and tie. And understand these things are what give us the right.