You can fall asleep on my knees
And I’ll still think your brave...

I’ve been waiting here a long time
Almost twenty summer suns...

Too many pictures and not enough memories
It’s as if the camera lived a life not me...

There’s a madman in my block of flats
He writes obscenities on the wall...

In the darkness of her sanctuary, she hides
A fable of hatred, exiled against her will...

There’s singles in your area and they want to...
And by the look of their pictures you’re in for...

I knew these stones
From which they carved crosses...

I took a journey
And found myself...

It won’t always be black roses for you
It’ll be black mould...

Blank stares into dead space
Little worriers checking heart rates...

I used to live by the graveyard
It was peaceful at night...

There was a time and a place
Or maybe a person I forget...