In that big big house there are fifty doors and one of them leads to your heart. In the time of spring I passed your gate and tried to make a start. All I knew was the scent of sea and dew but I've been in love before, how about you?
There's a time for the good in life, a time to kill the pain in life, dream about the sun you queen of rain.
In that big old house there are fifty beds and one of them leads to your soul. It's a bed of fear, a bed of threats, regrets and sheets so cold. All I knew your eyes so velvet blue, I've been in love before, how about you?
There's a tim
Brockwell Park
in the night we freeze
and you want me to tell
in london's lonesome park
brockwell
but out here
i am distracted
as fire bombs explode
bonfire lamps glow to the crowded road
if the days weren't so precious
and no worlds where shorted wires had kept us
things would be better than this
there's an angel by the ocean i miss
and trips on the train
before our lives changed
the mirror where i watched your naked body strain