There was nothing remotely romantic about it. no hand-me-down sob-stories, either nurtured or genetic. so...
The feeling is mutual Is what you will say If things turn out okay If...
There was nothing remotely romantic about it. No hand-me-down sob-stories, either nurtured or genetic. So...
( with Urban Species ) Music is my sanctuary music...
Hold your head down in a ducking pond See how...
I am alone, surrounded by The colour blue Inside a...
My cloud And everything here is mine Nobody lives here...
A figure dressed in the finest attire That money can...
Rain drain my play away Sun gun me down and...
This is an obsession, a kind of agression with himself...
Drifting though the atmosphere And up into space Leave behind...
Oh, no, not you again Please don't tell me You're...
Turn your ugly face Are you so surprised to see...