She wasn't ever obliged
To lift me a buckle or rise
And once her eyes covered with flies
The pain she no longer disguised
Windows that I'm, terrorised in time
Never to ignite, there was once a time beside
It holds each one in light
'Til the market left dry
How long she's been by my side
But the rest of the table's retired.
1 | Nantes |
2 | Postcards From Italy |
3 | Santa Fe |
4 | The Rip Tide |
5 | A Candle's Fire |
6 | The Penalty |
7 | Goshen |
8 | La Llorona |
9 | Cherbourg |
10 | Port Of Call |