On the Move
Wondering off
Silver and copper
Onto the next door step
Bring me along
Pack me in your bag
Take me
On the move
Islands abroad
Air, road or water
So much to see and to do
Carry with you
Memories of all this
Take them
On the move
On and on
Never gone too long
On and on
Bring me with you
On the road again
On and on
The Affair
There by the phone again
She sits all alone again
And when he comes hoe it's a distant cry
Of love that once was full of endless life
Light casts a gloomy truth
She yearns for the days of youth
The scent of perfumed skin on his clothes depart
She reaches for a knife with a desperate heart
Night of a thousand moons
She weeps as the curtains close
An aching sorrow lingers in the air
The love that once was is no longer there
Alarms Ring Out
It's early morning and alarms ring out
Beat my head about again
I'll take the good, the bad, the anything
Be there for my kin always
Will the routine ever end?
And can the situation mend?
Or will it pull us out of trend?
We'll lay them out all side by side
And you will find that you can walk for miles
And never touch the ground
It's early morning and alarms ring out
Beat my head about again
I'll take the good, the bad, the anything
Be there for my kin always
Take a stand and start again
Build a life up for yourself
Leave the wrong turns on the shelf
We'll lay them out all side by side
And you will find that you can walk for miles
And never touch the ground
It's early morning and alarms ring out
Beat my head about again
I'll take the good, the bad, the anything
Be there for my kin always
The Record Shop
Every week I buy a record from the shop around the corner
A piece of time that's written in the tramlines of the vinyl
The old man serves me coffee and we talk about the weather
His voice is husk and holds a solemn song
Every week I buy a record from the shop around the corner
The building has charisma proudly standing on the hillside
A glimmer of the ocean as I look through the window
And I can't help but feel like something has died
Every week I buy a record from the shop around the corner
The old man grows more distant every time I go to see him
"I don't see as many faces as I used to" he tells me
He feels the record's lost, just like his shop
I used to buy records from the shop around the corner
The old man served me coffee and we'd talk about the weather
Now the shop has gone and my weekly past time's over
I fear the record's lost... just like the shop
Neon Love Song
Lay me down on velvet ground
Taste your last embrace
Ambience and power
Power and grace
Power and grace
Not a case of monochrome love
It's a full spectrum glove
Ambience and power
Power and grace
Power and grace
This is a Neon love Song
Hear the voice of something silver
Rush of crimson thunder
Ambience and power
Power and grace
Power and grace
Overgrown
Imagine the future
It's me and a dream
With arms 'round each other
A luxury scene
Never before have I taken a fall
That makes me want to stop
Hope has gone from my dreams
I cannot see you
All this aside I've got love in my life
And yet somehow it seems
Hope has gone from my dreams
I cannot see you
Now I cannot see you
It's all overgrown
I'm clearing the ruins
I'm climbing the tree
To help all the others
I need to fix me
Never before have I taken a fall
That makes me want to stop
Hope has gone from my dreams
I cannot see you
All this aside I've got love in my life
And yet somehow it seems
Hope has gone from my dreams
I cannot see you
Now I cannot see you
It's all overgrown
Touch My Bones
I stand in a line up of three
A rabbit a hedgehog and me
Remove all the things that you see
Deep in my core is the key
Touch my bones
You can touch my bones
I stand on the edge of my heart
Don't really know where to start
We pass by each other each day
Don't really know what to say
Touch my bones
You can touch my bones
This is not a whisper of my affections
I will shout them loud
English Rain
Catching up on old times
I learned a lot about you
From someone else
Everybody needs someone
And you had yours
But what difference
Could one more have made
In a world of closed doors?
Open up, let in the air
Flood your thoughts with English rain
Everybody needs someone
And you had yours
But what difference
Could one more have made
In a world of closed doors?
Flood your thoughts with English rain
Don't drown, float away
Everybody needs someone
And you had yours
But what difference
Could one more have made
In a world of closed doors?
Square
It is fine to walk in line
Oh you're a square
Oh I'm a square
Oh we are square
Oh we are square
I don't mind the talk in rhyme
Oh you're a square
Oh I'm a square
Oh we are square
Oh we are square
I want to make this clear
Why should I care if I prefer tea to beer?
Does that make me square?
I want to make this clear
I couldn't care less
I prefer tea to beer
Maybe I'm square
Oh you're a square
Oh I'm a square
Oh we are square
Oh we are square
In The Arms Of Another Day
Sunshine fills my room today
The morrow brings a mellow haze
Never know if I should stay
I'll leave it in the arms of another day
I love it but I hate it
I'm trapped but I want to be trapped
I'm here but I'm not quite there
Busy chasing a lost dream
Autumn orange plays misty on my mind
Departing is the time I find
On and on this delicate dismay
I'll leave it in the arms of another day
I love it but I hate it
I'm trapped but I want to be trapped
I'm here but I'm not quite there
Busy chasing a lost dream
Days come but the clock is lost
Days go and still no better off
Never know if I should stay
I will leave it in the arms of another day
I love it but I hate it
I'm trapped but I want to be trapped
I'm here but I'm not quite there
Busy chasing a lost dream
A PICTURE OF YOU
With the sun light on my face
I remember the days of a golden haze
One day when I am back with you
i won't be feeling these blues
They will be gone, gone, gone.
I write from afar with tales of my scars
Holding a picture of you
What gets me through are the memories of youth
And a picture of you
Memories of youth and a picture of you
With the evening drawing in
The cold air clinging to my skin
I keep you deep within
In a box beside my bed
i have saved all the things you said
You're never gone, gone, gone
I write from afar with tales of my scars
Holding a picture of you
What gets me through are the memories of youth
And a picture of you
Memories of youth and a picture of you
Writing from afar with tales of my scars
All that gets me through are thoughts of youth
And a picture of you
Be With You Always
See her long brown hair
And her deep blue eyes wash over me
i ask her what's her name and she says...
"Why do you want to know my name?"
You're not like any of the others
I can see me with you always
I could be with you always
I could be with you always
Feel his inner song
Singing out I harmonise along
Like a pulse plays with my rhythm of life
Should I lose myself or hold back for now
You're not like any of the others
I can see me with you always
I could be with you always
I could be with you always
I will be with you always
I will be with you always