Sitemap - 2019 - Bury Me in New Jersey
For Yonder Breaks a New and Glorious Morn
There is a crack in everything; that’s how the light gets in.
Start Talking Again When I Know What to Say
Wishing you were somehow here again
I’d rather twists and turns; there’s beauty along the way
The light no longer shows the cracks around my door, And I have no lantern to light your way home to
And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band
And one day we will die, And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
There is a light and it never goes out.
I've learned to lose you, can't afford to
People living on twenty four hour clocks, but we’re on a ride, yes we’re on a ride, we’re on a ride