The day is dimming and I'm yearning for you I won't be satisfied till I see your face Every victory, every loss Every ticket, every cross You can put
Well the sun is surely sinking down But the moon is slowly rising And this old world must still be spinning 'round But I still love you So close your
He got the droop of a fatherless child Almost imperceptible, one can't see it with the naked eye Oh but I can That cardboard lady in the corner store
Before a neon night's lighting I'm right beside you The fire in motion The fire in motion The desert sun sinking Sleepy and low But we're just waking
Come, tell me your trouble I'm not your answer But I'm a listening ear Reality has left you reeling All facts and no feeling No faith and all fear I
The lone woman stands in the turning December She's got ice on her lashes, white at her winter coat The trees stand like soldiers around her Dutiful wooden
(feat. Aqualung) So we're back here again Tip toeing round the edge of the end Wondering who will be last to admit That we're finally over Turned twenty
In me, in you Orphans, kingdoms Wide eyes and paper crowns Time will hold us, Time eroders We're wrinkling chilling out We are wondering where the wild
Do do do do do do do do do do I wear a demeanor made of bright pretty things What she wears, what she wears, what she wears Birds singing on my shoulder
It was the year The crows and the locusts came The fields drained dry the rain The fields are bleeding "Daddy don't cry, it'll be alright" She puts some
Your eyes are full Full of the future of us The air changes as you look across At me in that wondering way It is as if I knew you before we spoke
You got a quick snap-lock on your cold, cold heart You got your YSL kicks and a red birthmark In the shape of Canada That you try to keep a secret You
If to distant lands I scatter If I sail to farthest seas Would you find and firm and gather 'til I only dwell in Thee? If I flee from greenest pastures
Night Field of stars above us You pick one We frame it with our fingers intertwined Seeds of every generation Between our hands And the promise
I just spoke silence with the seeker next to me She had a heart with hesitant, halting speech That turned to mine and asked belligerently "What do
In the autumn on the ground, between the traffic and the traffic and the ordinary sounds I am thinking signs and seasons while a north wind blows through
We're adrift on a sailboat My love is the sea Yours is the horizon Constant and steady You set my limbs locked hard afloat Lifted my lonesome sails The
Friend, it's getting late, we should be going We've been sat here beneath these flickering neons for hours Well I am cracking their code You are deciphering