Founds total 12 songs
Tightrope Walk
High above as in the clouds. They swing so slowly. To the wire showing no fear. They step so boldly. Gently faster. Building in momentum. Until success or disaster.
There'll Come A Day
Fear grips your heart and you fight with all your might. Into the distant light you keep your vision bright. And the torch of love is a burning flame.
The Girl Goes Down
She walks like an angel walks. She talks like an angel talks. I first saw her down in market street. Wondered where'd she go. The girl went down down.
The Eighth Day
Dead asleep the city dreams. Holding up its arms like limbs of steel. Mountains rise like mounds of sand. The boiling sea has swallowed up the land. .
Street Of Dreams
If you can't sleep tonight. And if a fever grips you tight. Theres a place we can explore. Open wide the door.... . (chorus). We may be the haunted men.
Restless
The autumn leaves burning red. With the last light of the sun. The day is almost over. The day is almost done. Perhaps tonight I'll sit and watch. The stars come out.
Psychomania
Psychomania, Psychomania. . She is the substance of my dreams. A spectre in the wind. Take my dare, take me there. On the trail of the jewel trail. If you've got a notion.
Is It A Dream
(Seal). . Is it just a dream?. Reoccuring dream. (repeat 20 times). . There was hope. And faith. In quality. And grace. . We were close. At heart. And still.
In Dulce Decorum
Dear mother how I will write this line. When I know I'm counting time. I'm tired and I'm scared. I'm waiting and death's my friend. . To say in God we trust not for this.
Grimly Fiendish
Grimly fiendish plays the game that never plays. Sing out loud but never prayed. Grimly fiendish wears a coat thats black and long. He doesn't know that it's all wrong.
Gigolo
Some resurrection is no conclusion. Some poor pretention but no invention. In the night they become, just what they want. One imitation just like Roger Moore.
Edward The Bear
Shadows fall in the places we used to play. My toys have all been packed away. The rocking horse rocks in its box. A spinning top and Corporal Clott. Are a dusty lot.
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