Cooking

If I held a conviction in the palm of my hand love

A day at the start of June

You could see it breathing

And I could feed it blood from a spoon

Oh you know I could

Get him out of here

Long before the republic in a house on the border

And a room where they both were born

While the day was dreaming

I turned around the dusk and the dawn

Just because I could

That's the way it goes

If you need an opinion

Or something for Monday

I know where they keep your keys

You can call me now and I'll come and watch you sink to your knees

Yeah I think I would

For the little man

Way beforе the diversion

In the last days of rеason

The taste of a menthol light

Lisa finished living

And I was nearly drunk … but not quite

Hold my f****** hands

And the river Severn

And the father was told

How try as summer did

Winter and the kids

It's a long way to Saturday

And the sun was still shining

Inside but out of bounds

Pretty as it sounds

A mind over matter day

The ghost of a chance was shown her very cross

Her candyfloss

Her beauty lost to the world

Through an avenue of lime trees

The limits of a longing I've yet to discover