We slept in this room together but now you're gone It's so quiet, I'll turn the TV on We lived in this room together We painted the walls Now time doesn
He feels her smile when he's afraid, it reminds him of his life before she went away He might crumble, but he'll not fall, if the memory of his only
I used to be so fearless so limitless and free Happy on my own and nothing really bothered me. I had desires to see the world, jump out of planes and
stand You've just got to see me through another day My body's aching and my time is at hand And I won't make it any other way Oh, I've seen fire and
'Bout a month ago I'd never seen your face I'd never heard your voice 'Bout a month ago I am a careful hunter And I had to search Before I found your
(with A. R. Rahman) [Dido:] In your life, your mad In your car, your sad O' your taller now I've found Hold your fire course O' your fallen out Go and
I'd like to watch you sleep at night to hear you breathe by my side And though sleep leaves me behind there's nowhere I'd rather be And now our bed is
I've never had a filling and I've got blue eyes I've got every kind of lipstick you can buy I've got 3 cupboards for my shoes And a mirror that always
You can sleep forever, but still you will be tired You can stay as cold as stone, but still you won't find peace With you I feel I'm the meek leading
Coming back from Paris on the train I really didn't care if the journey took all day. Trying to turn the pages of my magazine while trying to keep a
My love has gone His boots no longer by my door He left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go {Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad}
Oh darling I miss you And boy is it hard The thought of you leaving Is breaking my heart New York, New York, temperature's droppin' The band's
The young gentleman came riding past on a snow-blue winter's day He asked to drink by our fire and I was pleased to let him stay He drank there quietly
I know what you came for And I know when you'll leave You came for my heart And it's lost to me For I won't stop you I will open my door My heart is
I wanna go to bed With arms around me But wake up on my own Pretend That I'm still sleeping Til' you go home Oh I can't look at you This morning I should
(H. Purcell / live at Meltdown Festival, London, July 1 1995) Thy hand, belinda; darkness shades me: On thy bosom let me rest: More I would, but death
When I am laid When I am laid I am laid in earth May my wrongs create No trouble No trouble in thy breast When I am laid When I am laid I am laid in
modo Entre la rue Didot et la rue de Vanves, Dans les annees quarante Ou je debarquais de mon Languedo, Entre la rue de Vanv's et la rue Didot. Passait
