when a word falls from my lips it means nothing,
what does it mean? it means nothing
when a word falls from my lips it means nothing
it means nothing
when i speak to you
would you
listen to my heart speak over and over

i've no expression or phrase
that means exactly what i want to say
so
listen to my heart speak
over and over
listen to my heart
as it cries out to you

i'd like to make believe with you
if that's alright
we've got the pieces that we need to make
enough of a
pretend romance

spin spinning a
spin spinning around around around
i've got to let go i'm so frightened i cant get control of this
im spin spinning out of contol
i have got nowhere to land that's
soft and soft and at all secure

here i am again
clothed in the same robe
i wore when i fell at your feet
for the first time
i've tried to wash it clean
in rivers that i travelled through
though i have been soaked to the skin
i still bear the dirt and the shame
so i come to your grace

you are waiting here for me
i know that your heart beats louder
the closer i come
it's like i feel your own love
burning for me like i burn for you

come closer now
let me breathe in your grace and and peace
there is none like you
none that satisfys my need.

how i long to be as close to you
as i have been. to worship
i cry out to bend my knee
to sing aloud in words that
mean something.

i have wandered off the path
without realising the change in the concrete
without realising that mud and mire is
swarming up to pull me back
into the darkness
i have been escaping.

yet i look to the heavens
and there are you
holding out a hand of grace
strong enough to beat the tide
of my own inadequacy.

things to remember when i am lonely and absent
like the colour of your sky from the north
things to remember
when i am colourblind with tears
when i am mourning things
i have not known

things to cling to when the sea is full of storn
choked up with all the things i'd like to say
things that i should have thrown away
things that will make a memory of me one day

things to hold on to in the midst of the wind
things that make romance happen in the middle of the day
for when i've had enough of things that make no sense
you're the thing that brings it all together
that makes the frame make sense

have you ever taken the truth from me
ever lied to make me smile ever lies to set me free no never
you have always been the one that means the most to me
so i will

hold on to these things
the things of you that make
make it all so clear to me
to me these things mean nothing
so i will hold on to none of it

i will be free

of the everyday things
and leave behind the messy things
i don't need anymore of your painful things
i have enough of my own...
things.

things to remember when i am lonely and absent
like the colour of your sky from the north
things to remember
when i am colourblind with tears
when i am mourning things
i have not known
things to cling to when the sea is full of storn
choked up with all the things i'd like to say
things that i should have thrown away
things that will make a memory of me one day

i will be free of things like these...

you give yourself away
in the breaking hour of the day
you hope that promises you make
with tears will bring you some of
the joy you seek
but daily you get down on your knees

you give yourself away
to convuluted dreams and aspirations
that meant nothing in the light
of all you've seen, you'll do anything
save admitting that you're lost
but in the evening you still pray

in heaven's rapture answers fall
from fleeting skies that drip and tuire
they roll and sway beneath the waves
of hemisphere and oxygen

when i am old and gray
not so long from now
i will remember you
into the hills and valleys
i will carve the promise of your
great hope
i will tell children of the inspiring
shadows you cast as you walked
and where the river followed as you ran
i will not forget to remind them
of the care you took of the little flowers
how you tolerated the thorn
and understood the grief of the lily

i will hold onto you in the sunsets
and remember you as it rises, listening
to waves crashing down in their lament
for you, where you fade too quickly
from the earth
where human form leads you to decay
but spirit remains remains

from eat to west i will travel the land
make my path through the ocean currents
i will take your spirit with me
over the mountains you should have travelled
swimming in the sea
where your skin would've tanned
and your hair lightened.
cataracts should've formed pale discs
on hazel orbs.
we would've rushed to catch the scenery
whilst you were able.
paris, vienna, rome and through the desert
of africa
papua new guinea
where we buried your sister
before i knew her

i will tell my children how you loved your children
and suffered the indignity of being
married to a man out of age
but suffered with grace. i will tell them
how to his grave he proclaimed you
were the best in every aspect of his life
and i will weep my lament to heaven
for words he should have shared with you.

where is this grief that should have been
spun out with weariness and sorrow
tears that should have fallen on gravesides
memorial roses
or maybe the carrot beds that should've saved you.
i will remember you
i will weep where others have not
and be joyful for your spirit in me.

i'm such a strange strange girl
i don't like to make a fuss of my
femininity or my womanhood
i don't take serious enough the suffrage movement
i don't take serious enough
my biblical responsibility
i believe in mutual submission
but i look in the mirror
i see

oh i'm such a strange strange girl
mostly independent
mostly free of consequence
dependance and comforting things
but what does a strong girl do
what does a strong girl do
when she doesn't feel like
like being alone

what does a strong girl do
she can't put on a show like those other girls do
being meek and mild is not so easy for her
she is too quick to open her mouth
what does a strong girl do
when she is looking for a strong enough man
how does she convince him that she's
willing to tow the line.

should ahve put a padlock on my mouth
given up the key to some paternal figure
to measure the mess i've made of me
oh oh look up at the sky
oh how i've screwed it up this time

falling falling down down spirlling
to the ground i can' seem to find my feet
i'm dancing like a demon without a care
but oh look look
how i've screwwed this up again

should have put a padlock on my mouth
should have exercised control
i've learnt so much about myself this time
i know it must be truth
i've screwed it up again

oh what is there to do about it
ain't no sad sorry song to sing
i'll wear with a boldness and a swing
in my step oh boy look look up at the sky
oh oh i've screwed it up again

no more point in sorries to the wider public
it's not their accliam they wouldn't understand
the poetry in apology
instead i'll take my humble down down to the river
and wash it out, out damned cursed tongue
and foolish mouth, well now i'm laughing
cos i see the pointlessness with which i breathe
no care not enough care to stop myself before i
cut my nose to spite my face

should've put a padlock on my mouth
and stayed at home, not to run the risk
putting my foot in it, i spat my dummy
did a dance on the poor souls who dreamt to
put themselves in my way
oh oh foolish girl
sordid mouth that lives too loud outside her shelf
oh you've done it once again
i've done it once again
can't hide the slightest pride
on how i've done it once again

oh oh look up at teh sky
i've screwed up once again

oh darling
your heart reminds me of a time
when i was younger and more innocent
more willing to be squandered
and to waste away on dreams.

close your eyes
be blinded for a while
let it sink in
like you're swimming
in a mudpool
watching the fish dance

grow a chilled out new perspective
for yourself and no one else
quit racing against the clock you made
you'll wear yourself right out and gain nothing

i'll here now for a while, let you calm down
you can float along for a small time
outta here leave with your eyes closed
and wake up tomorrow still dreaming
the wonderland fog is more than acceptable here

my dreams are fading into restless wonders of what they used to be.

doyou believe in me anymore
now that you're far away from here
things don't make the same sense
out of the atmosphere they were born
you seem all distant now
and far away
makes it all seem like a convaluted dream
i'd like to make it all seem warm and near

are you believing?
in me

i'll never try to pretend that i don't feel this way
that sunlight isn't like another kind of blood to me
that i don't miss your touch as much as i can breathe
that i don't feel the kick and rub of when you're far from me

i will not pretend that it goes unnoticed now.

you know i'll do what it takes
i've never been afraid of
running headlong into the wind
or falling flat on my face
seems i've been gifted with genetic grace
for picking up the pieces so i'll

carry on, now love
be pummelling onwards til the dawn
all i need to make it to tomorrow
is three little conversations
with somebody who knows me
somebody i'm trying to love
and somebody who might have
something to teach me
i think i'll survive
another round.

whatever you do this time
don't let the love get you
it'll do its best but
don't let the love get you
convince you with red wine and romance
whisper you sonnets, but
don't let the love get you.

you can go very very far
with merely battle scars
but if you pack up your loves
carry them with you
they'll become heavy heavy
you don't want to carry them
all that way

so you've got something on your mind
oh now, don't let the love get you
and you've got trouble in your smile
so, don't let the love get you
you're in the middle of the fire
that flame is burning you
but don't let the love get you

your insides all light up, on fire
rushes to and fro inside your skin
your mind takes you places
you ought not to go
oh let the flame burn and cool it
down with eyes that speak
so alive now

everything you need body, taste it
don't let the love get you
all your sweetest dreams girl
don't let the love get you
it will pull and push you into
the strangest places
don't let the love get you

whatever you do this time
don't let the love get you
it'll do its best but
don't let the love get you
convince you with red wine and romance
whisper you sonnets, but
don't let the love get you.

what we know of love is
rush and heat and fire and burn
with the head throbbing
heart beating so fast and
the mind lose grasp of real
the love chases you down
to swallow you up

whatever you do this time
don't let the love get you
it'll do its best but
don't let the love get you
convince you with red wine and romance
whisper you sonnets, but
don't let the love get you.

this illness, this brutal shadow on our romance
this timely, uninvited breath of reality
this thing that hints at deathly
robs you of what is rightfully yours
and threatens all our newborn fleeting fancy.

i will not let you keep this private
i will make you open your eyes and tell me
look into mine and be frighteningly honest with me.
please don't let this be the thing that shuts the door.
please don't let this be the end of what we've hoped for.

i can feel the ending now
the credits rolling on a b-grade film
please don't let this be the thing that shuts the door.
please don't let this be the end of what we've hoped for.

my hands are small
much smaller than i thought they were
but everything is relative to comparison
with yours.

my hands are warm
they have always been but
they are colder than yours, they are
colder and smaller.

my hands are rough
i've always thought of them with callouses
with a patchwork of scars, but they are softer
softer and colder and smaller than yours.

what can i do with these small hands?
i do not play so well as you can.
what can i do with these warm hands?
they cry out to be warm.
what can i do with these rough hands?
these scars, and this leather skin.
i can make something from nothing with you

everything is relative in comparison with yours.
i can be small, cold and soft, needing your
size, warmth and strength.
the illustration is.... i can be independant
i'm tough enough to be alone now
or i can admit
some weakness, say i need you.

my hands are strong
they are strongest than most
they can pull down, tear away and rebuild
they are strong enough

my hands are gentle
they soothe and ease away frowning
they can relax and revive muscles and strength
they are gentle enough

my hands are quick
they can move like lightening
making music and making words that say everything
they are quick enough to speak

my hands are instinct
they know how to touch other
hands, lips, shoulders, arms in a caress
they are instinctive with you

what can i do with these small hands?
i do not play so well as you can.
what can i do with these warm hands?
they cry out to be warm.
what can i do with these rough hands?
these scars, and this leather skin.
i can make something from nothing with you

the rain is falling down again today
we know it doesn't matter anyway
though it leaves us
with sad grimaces on our faces
and small blue clouds relecting
on our eyes

tomorrow i will wake
up at the same time
with much the same amount or lack
of romance about it
it may rain
it may pour down light from heaven
we know it doesn't matter anyway

on friday last i saw you
singing sad old songs
in the rain to a sad old man,
you made him smile
it rained for half the set and the
rest was bathed in sun
we know it doesn't matter anyway