darlingside
back on the growing line
you were fine living alone
life on the vine
enter the strangers arm
lindisfarne
who has the keys?
why don't we fight in the car?
always see you through
me i thought i knew
i guess a handle on anything
isn't a thing
at least not for long
trying again
again
like old men
many do not
let's keep them clear in the head
always see me through
you i thought i knew
the mountain seeming way
waiting lay
opposite me
you look it right in the face