I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it
I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it
But dreaming is for moonrise
And moonlight also ails those tired eyes
I treat him like a lady
I treat him as I would he unto me
Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money
With silicone and poetry
But it's the end of me
I thought it could change
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
I couldn't get there Behind walls of Sunday papers
I thought it could change
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
But dreaming is for moonrise
And moonlight ails these tired eyes
I treat him like a lady
I treat him as I would he unto me
Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money
With silicone and poetry
And it's the end of me
Here I am
Here I am
And here I stand
Here in my kitchen where I familiar with every brand
Here I am
A front line with labels where I witness custard's last stand
Here I am
1 | Mulder and Scully |
2 | Road Rage |
3 | Dead From The Waist Down |
4 | I Am The Mob |
5 | Don't Need The Sunshine |
6 | The Ballad Of Tom Jones |
7 | Strange Glue |
8 | Bleed |
9 | Lost Cat |
10 | Goldfish and Paracetamol |