Drifting

Turning off the lights at night,
Getting on my rusty bike,
To see you.

Moving through the wind and rain,
Making my move in the lovers' game,
To see you.

And I......
I'm Drifting
And I......
I'm Home

Lying in my bed at night,
Thinking 'bout how to write..
I love you.

Hearing screams in my written dreams,
Wake up to a different scene,
I see you.

And I......
I'm Drifting
And I......
I'm Home

Honey I'm here,
I'm singing.
Honey I'm here,
For you.

Honey I'm here,
I'm dreaming.
Honey I'm here,
For you.

Song For Alex

Well, they say that you are beautiful,
Wide-eyed and oh so free,
From pain and all that's pitiful,
Pitiful to me.

A muster of mouths to Marianne,
As the sun comes out to bleed,
A smile is left for Suzie Anne,
And you are left to me.

So delightful and so vulnerable,
You lie there out of view,
Yes you're hidden away in your silent cries,
As your pride got up and grew.

And the waves lap up upon my shire,
As the sun beams down above,
And you lead me to an open door,
You promise all your love.

And the songs ring out around me,
I'm wrapped up in your arms,
I'm in a state of a Summer daze,
I'm in a state of calm.

-

But a trick's been played upon me,
Yes you've lied through cheating eyes,
My hands begin to claw the air,
There's nowhere left to hide.

Your eyes were too inviting,
Your soft touch had me won,
Your gaze was too enchanting,
My heart beats like drum.

-

My father he sailed the seven seas,
My mother she loved me dear,
My siblings they looked up to me,
Now I'm no longer here.

So take me away,
Just take me far away,
I never meant to end it,
I didn't get to say......

Pillow

Waking up tonight

To see what I can find. 

Picking up my phone

Your number's on my mind. 

The whispers on the wall

Twist around my tongue. 

This air is closing in

This song's already sung. 

The pillow lies like you

There upon my arm. 

I turn out all the lights

I'm in a state of calm. 

My eyes drift off to sleep

I clutch the pillow more. 

I wake up to a dream

My pillow's on the floor. 

The sun soaks in the window

This morning has arrived. 

My hands stretch out to find you 

(But) It's the pillow who's survived. 

This pillow was a moment 

A whole and pleasant thing.

Now it's all a broken 

It's song is what I sing. 

This pillow lost its meaning 

The night I saw your hurt.

I placed it on the wardrobe 

With crunching fists of dirt. 

The air hung with raw emotion

Your eyes avoided mine. 

But somehow through the madness

Our hearts - they beat it time. 

Now it's just a pillow

I use to rest my head. 

Now it's just moonrise

As I lay down to bed. 

I won't dream of epic tales

Or lovers lost in time. 

But of just a little chicken

My heart is hers, not mine.