Carry me Home
Red Song
Yer Spring
"long we were searching
these serpentine streets for the signs of a spark
fucking around in the dark
then long we were held
in the thrum and the desperate heat of the clubs
drinking deep from that cup
we'd drink it up
each step was something
the beat in the blood and the heat in our hands
of twelve regular men
so when we come down cathedral street
hollow and beaten, to the room that i rent
i'm going back up again
i'm going up"
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