Burning Our Bed
Cakebrick road in summer 1981, we shared a house and garden
At the height of all the bombing, on the run in busy, hazy London
Through T-shirt breezes walking home from work -
County Kilburn sun
Weekends we'd just wash away the dirt of busy, hazy London
The night grew cold. The Thames is old
Found that manners count for nothing and it took
A Welshman in his forties
Guinness elbows rest upon a tabletop
The two of us on earlies
Three feet of snow feel on the Walnut Road
Two feet trudged
Round the corner came the sound of bad dreams
The flame is old. The Th
At the height of all the bombing, on the run in busy, hazy London
Through T-shirt breezes walking home from work -
County Kilburn sun
Weekends we'd just wash away the dirt of busy, hazy London
The night grew cold. The Thames is old
Found that manners count for nothing and it took
A Welshman in his forties
Guinness elbows rest upon a tabletop
The two of us on earlies
Three feet of snow feel on the Walnut Road
Two feet trudged
Round the corner came the sound of bad dreams
The flame is old. The Th
9 Hands
(R.J. Johnson/The Honeyrods)
If you cannot find your way back to this hole
but you can find your way to
most anything
If we cannot find our way back to this hole
I'm gonna go
I'm gonna go by myself
by myself
by myself
I still look the same
all by myself
Hey look what I've done now they'll listen to me
If you find out what we need just to all be free
I want to be free
I want to be
by myself
by myself
I still look the same
all by myself
hold on to this thing
all by myself
I still look the same
all by myself