let me roll in thorns for you baby
let me starve
Once the discoveries made its locked down permanent
People ahead of
We dangled somewhere funny
Took a turn holding on
When we spoke
The currency of boyish good looks has run its course
Your making me stupid all over again
Your making me forget
So…
You were singing to me
All along
I thought so
Like Christmas
Hymns
in th
And the people there are good
And the people there are
Fog dug in
Set to stay
Keeping all away
Autumn wind
Drying lips
Waking
Centre glow
Lights flood over old ground
Only the brightest stars can
I keep falling in love with only-children
No kinship rivalry makes
Tradition and roots weigh in heavy, when the future is
It buries deeper than you think
All the nonsense words you
We stood in church at your father’s request the morning
It once might have been, once only
We lodged in a
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