beyond the cliffs and the whistlin… and the sea spray and the salty ai… beyond the dark clouds and their p… and the rain that mingles with tea… beyond the corners of a town growi…

that smile you toss my way it leaks a loving splendour, like a fine rainfall of crystal I’d stand here forever to be drown… piercing hazel eyes

the sky turned from blue to black as I staggered off the train, you, more holding me than I you we found no comfort in the arms of… the streets growing darker

I have no retail value no coven of worldly wealth, just a face full of scars and a back full of lashed welts, a throat full of promises that cho…

what dreams your heart does wander… that lusts the lines that weaken f… as a written long and languid bill slowly turning the key at whatever… what thoughts that flow may grease…

you weave despair like a fine thre… you’re a tailor with skills unknow… and it seems my ego is your thimbl… my back is also your pin cushions… I feel i’m treated like a commodit…

Nurse my broken wings back to life They don’t work the way they shoul… For I’ve flown too close to the m… And scanned all the heavens above I’ve journeyed beyond existence

the cobbled streets of my home tow… a childhood rained on by a salacio… this town was once a dickensian sn… not much changed from the seventie… now this place has lost its heart,…

a bus I should of never taken I might of not met you, took you out for a drink and felt something between us two, should of ripped up your number