Before you, I was living. In my silverfish kitchen. Fruit fly clouds breathing. No hope, no religion. The nightmare on Haslett Road. . I was too young to weep from the road.
London, did you have to. take my child away?. you buried him under. rent and low pay.. I've been cyling in circles. round your empty streets.. i've been searching.
I was stumbling into battle. i was walking into walls. 'till i walked myself to peter. and i let my shadows fall.. . he's a boy who never ages.. rides a goat around the lake.
In a time of loneliness. I fell into your strong open arms. And in those arms you loved me well. You hid me in your calm. . And in that calm we headed south.
It was seven in the morning when the spark. began to give. the bath was spilling over, my. self pity spilling with it, so i, i fled the country. to start it all again and found myself in paris in.
So let the people talk. This Monday morning walk. Right past the fabulous mess we're in. . It's gonna be a beautiful day. So do the bluebirds say. As I take your hand.
I was once a boy.. till i cut my penis off. and i grew a hairy skull. of stubborn fire. . then i was a girl.. till i sewed my hole up. and i grew a hairy heart.
Sun dark on darker streets. It's violent times for weary feet. Carjackers and bullet showers. A yellow sign, too many fools in power. . But see, I will be gone by morning.
Jacob. The ladder. Is falling. Down. . Heaven. Is out. Of reach. For us now. . The golden gates. The closing clouds. . Jacob. The ladder. Has fallen. Down.
Oh, I love this house, I love this house. Gives me the greatest peace I've ever known. Oh, I love to hear those conkers fall. Smash 'em on an Southwark stone.
As they dig your ditches count my stitches. Generation justice wishes for world at war. Final score, media come and abhor us. . These are hard times we'll work harder, harder.
While I'm asleep. My spirit crawls out. Of my belly button. And goes down to the sea. . To gather the wind. The wires and the shore. To wander the hills.
Let's go my love. . We could go to the cinema. Big effects and big name stars. We could go to that private view. But darling these days. My favorite view is you.
So long, my friend. There must always be an end. But all our love and life and song. Carries on, I carry it on. . Now the lightships are guiding you. Over the sea.
Since i met you. this house has started to decay. and every wall that once was clean. has turned a shade of grey.. . so much to rescue. so much you just cant understand.
Lucy, remember the smell of that fall. The fires of fungus and the rotting leaves. I fell off the wagon into your arms. Into this long month of Sundays.
I wake at dusk to go alone. Without a light to the unknown. I want this night inside of me. I want to feel, I want this speeding. I want that speeding.
She kisses him on Bermondsey Street. And rises high on the balls of her feet. Declares this the greatest love. Of the century. . He fumbles for a wedding ring.
As the bell tower blocks the summer light. All the seeds in our garden fight. To break and blossom, all to be adored. And look, your skirt is torn. . And there's blood on our sheets.
Coat of black, coat of black. Weary waiting, weary waiting. . I turn out the light, we kiss goodnight. And weary waiting. Weary waiting to come closer.