O’er the garden wall
Too nimble to fall...

The king that’s bound upon the throne
Won’t be getting beauty sleep...

Maybe it was bopeep that killed her sheep
And maybe there’s a cannibal that looks after...

McDonald’s wrappers float over the field of the...
In Rossville Street, the trucks are late for the...

In the school rooms
Coloured in the brightest of paints...

There’s a car on the road down by the beck
Cruising like a ghost on through the night...

My friend has not been very well
He has a condition which affects his teeth...

Sing a song of finality
Of great endings...

Staring out at the stars and wondering what it is...
Wondering if tomorrow I’ll wake up beneath a...

My heart shattered into a hundred different pieces
Tattered strips lie trodden on the floor...

Inside I’m just bare boards
Music without chords...

Far beyond the needs of succour
Out of the reach of suffering...