Big PictureThe photopraph you left befind
Is rippling and yellowing
A momentary laps was all
To cause the fall of the sun
Coming up close to check you out
Something pure I could never name
Clystalised in a picture frame
Black On BlackAstronomy and Goliath
Kept a good way apart
But she kept swinging the pendulum
And shooting the stars apart
Apollo moved for her
And Adam grew for her
But she was a black cameo
Elvis WaitsIt's a halfway 'til morning
Just got off the phone
shipping forecast on my radio
I feel like a pirate on this stormy night
Where pirates steal and hold on tight
And I want you
And I need to wait
FishermanIf I were a fisherman's friend
I'd rush to meet him at the docks
I'd fix his boat on the horizon
And pray for fair weather
If I were a fisherman's friend
I'd be his figurehead
I'd brave the rough sea
Iron JohnMercy lives in a shop that sells the gold
Every morning she puts her hard hat on
To work a long day
That will shift through the night
Working on a heart of gold
Following a vein
Chipping through a cast iron lung
Lay Down JoeWhen you're walking in the twilight
The wind blows through your hair
When you think the key is broken
Will the door be locked for ever
For ever and a day
Lay down Joe
Lay down hard
Love HurtsLove hurts, Love scars, Love wounds and mars
Any heart not tough or strong enough
To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud, it holds a lot of rain
Love hurts, Ooo-oo Love hurts
I'm young, I know, But even so
I know a thing or two - I learned from you
Manta RayDid you?
In the land of Manta Ray
Floating above the sity of curves
Wedding cake building are blushing
Looking beneath Antoinette's skirt
The sity where liberty came from
MotorcycleBartholomew sits in the back of a pick-up truck
He's on his way to Santa Fe to meet his brother
And to his brother there is no one
Together they will hitchike to Canada
Where they will meet their good friend Joe
Who waits patiently by the side of the road
Lazy on Sunday
No More LullabyesYou're no angel don't pretend to be
Say to me what you're hiding from me
You split the world in two
Saving me from who
This indecisition is killing you
No more lullabyes
He said with his face in his hands
Tattoo TearsWhy did you change your mind
You can't undo the ties that bind
Once drawn in blood the circle stays
A pure white sun on a winter's day
When will you learn there is no end
There are no rules that you can bend
Once you were so strong and I weak
These Boots are Made for Walkin'You keep saying you've got something for me.
Something you call love, but confess,
You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'
And now someone else is gettin' all your best.
These boots are made for walking,
That's just what they'll do.
One of these days
TreasureAs you sit inside the yellow hall
Smoke curls around your fingertips
Scratch the wind a welcome withness
Visions of Joe rush by your cheek
Small hands touch the windscreen
Leaves turn the pages to spring
Spikey trees as plump as plums