I wanna go to bed with arms around me but
No more trips to Grafton Street
No more going there to
Some days I want love and some days I don't
Sometimes
Let's pretend that we'll be here tomorrow
And I'll try
I might have been a singer who sailed around the
I could put it down to being tired or coming
I have returned to the northern skies
Where the summer hasn't
Ask me where I'd go tonight
I'd go back to
Speeches won't be made today
Clocks will carry on
Flowers won't be
Walking home
Burnt and red
"Sticky thin," he said
"Let