I'll never run a four minute mile
And that's ok most of the time
Never play for barcelona
Or sail around the world alone
I'll never be the man on the wire

The time has come to face it and say
That I will never play the dane
No blowtorch of ambition7
It was never

You counted seventy-four swans on the canal
You counted seventy-four swans on the canal
You were glad it was an even number
Everybody had another

No one was facing this cold alone
This cold alone
Cold alone
Cold alone

They were gathered between bridges in the

Is this room getting smaller,
or is it just me?
I pace myself, brace myself,
trying not to beathe.
All these walls are closing in on me,
like th death star bin,
oh that'll learn me,
that'll squeeze out all the sin.

Ths world is bearing down on me,
like a 'fi

The radio says
We gotta pay up by tonight
The radio says
We gotta pay up by tonight

It's a constant dribble, a weeping sore
Death by a thousand little downers
I hear them all spilling out on the floor
Death by a thousand little downers

The operator says
Ou

I should have known
By the arc of the empty wine glass
I should have known
'Cos you step on, don't walk over cracks
Looking over my shoulder
To see you looking back over yours
But you were paying the ferryman
Even after Chris said don't

But you're not Maud Gonne

I'd say life's a different story when you're facing certain death
I wonder did they kick back when they knew the game was up
Static on the radio ain't no soundtrack for this end
Stick on a bit of agner and we'll go down
Let see if we skim

Maybe there's no time, for grand ex

Cars by the water, water that makes this place stand still
Looks like they're thinking, thinking of jumping
I wake to the church bells playing those funky tunes, hey jude
Up in the tower, carillonneurs thumping

I'm trying to love you but you treat me like a hotel
You're com

When I wake in the morning
Of a bad skin day
And I can't face my lover
On a bad skin day
Am I this alone?
Volcano has erupted
And the ash sails down
And I'm a poor soul of Pompeii
Oh Christ I'm such a drama queen
On a bad skin day

And you're fa

Give me an opinion
'Cos I don't have one
I'll agree with you if you're right
I always know where you're coming from
But I've never been there
I have to steal from you when you write

Your beautiful madness
My beautiful grief
Your dreams are my torture
Your dr

There is a darkness to these jaded days
Maybe it's a seasonal affected disorder
Or maybe we're just sad
There is photosynthesis
We crane our necks for sunlight
There's a different sun for everyone

And it's bigger than me, this sun is bigger
Yeah it's bigger t

I should know my time and place
I'm Tuesdays child without the grace
Bring your canary, bring your flame
There's a rich seem of wind in my coal mine

We're just blow ins
On the storm of time
Yeah we're just stoppin'
For a while

Bucket of water to separate
T

In the womb
Back in playschool
In the yard
Where it first got hard
Button moon
On a Tuesday at noon
Bagpuss gave me the fear
But as if by magic she appeared

Through rose coloured glasses
I fall
Fall foul of the masses

Melodrama
In Valderrama

Out into pitch black
Where the moon lay upon its back
Driving deep into the throat
of the countryside

Strapped tight into
Centre of scene
Starry open attic night

No headline hits happen here
About what do I write
So sad the pull I feel
Is a push into o

You're so pretty and I'm so lame
You're ever changing, I stay the same
You give good sermon, I say bad grace
My food for the soul it leaves a bad taste

You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell
Never left my head, I've no story to tell
You save yourself, I'm saved by the

What's sure to get you by
Is to avoid the common lie
That we're under starters
Starters, orders

She lost her nerve the last day
Distractions in the cross-hairs
Still under starters
Misunderstanding orders

We're made like the past
We were built to last

It's coming faster now
And I never thought I'd be here
Running past you now
But you're holding out on me

Strip of lace on your
Collarbone
I think I caught you catching me
I space off

Is there is a time for us?
Or will we just hold on quietly
White knuc

I went 'round to stand in your hall
To watch you descend
While your taxi slowed
Outside my home
For the last drive by
I went 'round for to fill your sail

What a way to wake
What a way to wake
We're cracking with the break of day

And God gave us guts
To

I don't wanna shake you off
I love the way we fit
I can't resist one who dares
Nor ones who shares like that

And returning to your sea
Somewhere I can bathe my feet
But if the wounds are too deep
You may not have the want
To heal me

You dig it babe
You

Turn down the bed sheets in the spare room
For your youngest one will come visit soon
To catch up on the life that seems to stand still

She wakes to find her souvenirs
In glass cabinets with fingerprints
So dust your diorama, dear

In love with the memories when that's

It's a drive-by summer at the end of march
Sees more than its pound of flesh
City comes alive in the sunshine
All loved-up, everyone flashing smiles

But, oh, it gives and it taketh away
Reset to one of those shades of gray
Shackles ring on through the ages
Shaping a