The look of love. Is in your eye. The look your smile can't disguise The look of love. Is saying so much more. Than just words could ever say And what my heart has heard. Well it , takes my breat
You know the agony. Of seeing it all slip away. Well maybe noe you'd be happy. Just to talk it out straight. If it's just. Slipping away. About the danger of. Believing in plans in hand. About
Close your eyes. And go to sleep. From the howling howling. Over these streets. 'Cause People stare. 'Cause you're so mad. That wild wild spark. That innocent laugh. But baby that's this town.
There's a man I meet walks up our street. He's a worker for the council. Has been twenty years. And he takes no lip off nobody. And litter off the gutter. Puts it in a bag. And never seems to mu
In this country dreams don't sleep. Hands stay open wide as the streets in your pocket. Under your shoes these golden roads. keep telling you Find out fast, Find out hard, Your little Lincoln, Litt
Offered her a roof. The rain had made it shine. Offered her a song. Wasn't really mine. I showed her all my things. She offered me belongings. She thought I was a ragman. She offered me possess
Offered her a roof. The rain had made it shine. Offered her a song. Wasn't really mine. I showed her all my things. She offered me belongings. She thought I was a ragman. She offered me possess
Fergus sings the Blues. In bars of twelve or less. I'm a stranger. To the land. To this wilderness. All. Things are possible. But happen less and less. This. Is my country. These. Are my re
(cover version). . I think I'm goin' back to the things I learned so well in my youth. I think I'm returning to those days when I was young enough to know the truth. Now there are no games to only
I think the whole world should look good. That's important to me. Everyone should look good. And when they die they should die with their boots on. And their hearts on fire When I die they'll cry.
Close your eyes. And go to sleep. From the howling howling. Over these streets. 'Cause People stare. 'Cause you're so mad. That wild wild spark. That innocent laugh. But baby that's this town.
I wrote this once before. Long before the summer. You were then a student. And we were dark as angels. We were in the east. Working to the west. The west was looking south. And the south she ha
I wouldn't want to be you. Mostly not even near you. When you're gone they will curse you. And raise the tide against you. . I no longer care now. For what you said was fair now. I just don't g
Close your eyes. And go to sleep. From the howling howling. Over these streets. 'Cause People stare. 'Cause you're so mad. That wild wild spark. That innocent laugh. But baby that's this town.
Offered her a roof. The rain had made it shine. Offered her a song. Wasn't really mine. I showed her all my things. She offered me belongings. She thought I was a ragman. She offered me possess