I had this image of you. You had this image of me. And your image would talk to my image. And my image would talk to your image. And somewhere along the way. Our image sort of let each other down
I stand and tremble in the driving rain. While your love rages like a hurricane. . I can't break the silence as you still the wind. But I can hear you breathing underneath my skin. . I am relent
I went Euromad out on the road last fall. Between the Roman churches and the German music halls. Were it not for Mr. Gordon and his fine distillery. I might have never got this far, it would be al