Loose rein Let us rest Where words speak Nor confess Always beside, always besides For one another winding West We seak and grow apart Blood disappears where d...

[Talk] Curled up like a vine Trying to find it A load of old joy lifting me I'm worse for wear Down at heel All you people make me I'll You're not really touc...

I have stood on the shore of a strange land With my back to the wind on the Black Sand I can feel you breathe Watch me mouthing the words And I wonder Where yo...