songbook

your room

you keep on saying you're alright
how i wish it was true
i wish you really felt fine
i hope i'm getting through to you
the hours you're wasting
sleeping by yourself in your room
will make you miss the ongoing summertime in bloom

and i could write you a letter
if i knew that'd make you feel any better
or simply wear my blue jeans and
just come to you to talk about your regrets

or i could leave you on your own
and see if you can carry on 
on your own

it strikes you that you could cry
you'd just like to be heard
it's hard for you to see why
these days you just... 
you just hurt

i wish there was an angel
to watch over your nights
but you just feel this anger
that you are trying to hide

lisa edelstein

i took another walk in the dark
i swear it looked so much like love
you suddenly blew up in my heart
but now i know you weren't a white dove
you were just another 'miss take'

and now you're burning me inside
i thought it was the right time
sometimes love gives but you only take
cos you've never really known
why i really fell for you
all i wanted was a dawn to share with you
the second second i saw you there
i realised i wanted to have kids
then i downed two pints
and danced like a bear
all good intentions disappeared

sugar makes you happy now

that silence told a lot about our hidden plot
and words were of no use
if you know where you belong 
then my place will be your home
and when you feel bemused
just like you said

comes a time when it's time
to shout it out loud
that sugar makes you happy now

and when you were a kid
you couldn't bear to be one or two steps behind
but growing's no big deal
does sugar make you feel 
like you're running back in time?
you're running back in time
just like you said

jitterbug... you used to come to me
and sing sweet melodies
and never forget
cos you cannot forget who you are

in between sundays

i left and never called a single day
dead for you could've known from faraway
with nothing to live for and everything left to say
i'm fine most of the days in between sundays

and scotland wouldn't be the same
beautiful nuance of blues and greys
without her rain

boscombe promenade

put a letter in a box 
as stars were watching over me
drowning caught with my old thoughts
and the shadows in between
it's easy to write to you now
as i am a world away
as i listen to sweet sounds
along boscombe promenade

do you remember anything about me?
the tales i told you when you were fifteen?
i need to cry out and tell you that unlike you
well i still remember everything about you
i don't know about your life
i just hope you're doing fine
so goodnight
you and your sweet eyes 

i could write a million words
cos tonight i'm in the mood
against all the odds i'm still someone good
and i can see a time when i won't feel pain anymore
for now i watch this sight
and i feel like i'm at home
if i had time to buy i would burn my borrowed flags
and turn
and catch a one way flight to the kingdom of fife
where i once knew the only flag that matters
white and blue
but i'm faraway from home
i'm far from home
far from home

amber

amber
i'll see you tomorrow 
and forget all the sorrow all those years brought
meet me at the viewing point
and though we've been disjoined 
i will make it work
you still shine like a diamond
if anything you've wisened into something more

and if there was a chance to sing 
then i'd sing
strident 
as strident as this silence
but i'm from an island where everything just ends
it begins and it ends
and i'll play imaginary scenes 
of movies from my dreams
your hand my hand the end

and if there was a chance to dance
then we'd dance

we can find a way to beat the rain

we used to ride in a broken down old car
talking until the sun took over from the dark
then it was us

telling each other gonna be alright
sooner or later we were gonna have the kind of lives we wished
was that a wish?
we can find a way to beat the rain
we can find a way to meet again
again and again

we had a simple path to happiness
now how do you feel and fill this emptiness
is this you yet or someone else?

silk tales

take it to your house up the mountains
and you'll maybe believe that your angel exists
this book's made of everyone's tale
made of fallout and prayers
in the end made of these
when i found you back after long time
i could not even tell who was in front of me

but i knew all the tales
and i knew all the words
and i knew loads of things
you did not want to know
if there's any hope for this ill world
then it's the one on one
or the truth in your words
silk tales are not just for the movies
if you want you can change your bit of micro world

then you'll know all the tales
and you'll know all of the words
you'll tell them all the things
that they don't want to know

belfast

i broke our car in belfast
you didn't say a word
though i knew how much you wanted to travel on
and rain was our companion
and those irish always know
just how to brew their beers and sing their songs

i broke our car in belfast
you didn't say a word
but i could read so well into your soul
i prayed for time to run fast
but this is the only world
we're given to live in
you know
a storm then shook the city
july didn't care to warm us
it just slept and left us there
so there we stayed and licked
our travellers' wounds
while the band downstairs played all their tunes

you were my afterglow

so we took our car and drove it far
to where we were from
and counted the miles
on our journey along the road
and i came to know
you came to know every passing place
in our own time in our own speed
leaving our trail
we sang to let them know

that was the afterglow
and scotland wouldn't be the same
beautiful nuance of blues and greys
without her rain

so where have you been?
where's your life taken you since?
are you redeemed from all your faults
from all of your sins?
they were so big just in your eyes
while no one else cared
but you wanted too much
you wanted too soon
took you nowhere
we sang to let them know...

i'll sing to let them now
that you were my afterglow

and scotland wouldn't be the same
beautiful nuance of blues and greys
without you there

eight doors apart

let's catch up for a pint
alright let's make it two
been quite a while since i last saw you
the restless days were gone
but your habits never did
you ran you cried you smiled you hid
and i'm one of those who rarely believe
but one thing i know for sure
you should've lived

you and i lived just eight doors apart
just eight doors apart
the streets of our old town

the countless ups and downs
was this your idea of growing old?

was this your idea of growing

so what you left behind
a thousand photographs
depicting your every laugh
and all those memories
and all those photographs
will never be quite enough

things we know and things we knew

take me up this promenade
the one we used to walk along
then we'll go to see the planes
taking people to their homes
the narrow streets of our youth
they haven't changed a bit
things we know and things we knew
the songs we used to sing

so sing them back to me

the chariots of fire theme
the window left half open for us to be skimmed by the wind
victoria scratching on the door

sing those songs to me
sing them back to me
we'll leave everything untouched

vespa's freedom
when i ride its old wheels i feel the same
i have been brought back in time
but i feel the same

before the morning broke

you've created dreams for me to cling on
you came back to me before the morning broke
with a weary smile and little time to talk

you came back and called my name
and we agreed that everything must flow
you came back and just stayed silent
you said nothing until the morning broke
you came back to me before the morning broke
with a weary smile and little time to talk
you came back to me and just stayed silent
cos all of the stories had been told

(one of many) imaginary monologues

came back to find that on my shelf
there's still a picture of my old self
that summer changed all our lives
for good or bad it was our time

a man taking a picture of a man taking
a picture of a man taking a picture of another man and so on...

i called it art but you labelled me
as though i were a visionary
you missed your marriage misery
but we wrote our history

just a father and his child
now a grown up but still his child
i finally gave you something back
you said you wouldn't forget

and maybe when you rest your bones
you won't feel so alone
a fragile hero these days
but a hero all the same

and we were born and lived on the same cloud
we breathe the same air and were charmed by the sounds
of our most ancient land
only we can understand

a man taking a picture of a man taking a picture of a man taking a picture of another man...

the house of wine

i will always remember the day
when you turned up
just as i woke up
i will always remember the way
you sang us into loving you
yes some time has gone by since then
but from what i see
your mind's still free

it's all for your eyes again
for your eyes again
that people fight and people fall
for your eyes again
as bright as yesterday
you pick the time
you pick the place
and then you slip away

i will always remember the time
when you just said you'll never be sad again

peace for you now

village of the damned

someone come over here and wake them up from their sleep
i'm just passing by
i never said i'd be in for keeps
how can i rely on counterfeit notions of life?
i see empty looks and hear sad robotic replies
where do you think you're going?
where are you even from?
a country has been doped and duped
and cheated all along

dead or round the bend
is better than alive and well
when the price for wealth is life in hell

i was gullible and i was easily deceived
i don't live to work but i do work to live
but i can get away in a way that you just can't
cos i have seen better than this village of the damned

a life in black and white

i've been uprooted so many times
i still see the world through a child's eyes
every new start carries hints of a game
the older i get the better i play
where i grew up it rained all the time
providing shelter
concealing the tears
call it a life in black and white
i'm simply happy to be here

and if there was a chance to sing 
then i'd sing
singing in the rain, yeah i could do it
come on come on

the distance reminds me of what i love
but tells me i'd better keep away
the distance reminds me of where i come from
it's not enough for me to say that i'll stay

another day in the sun

what's left for you to dream?
you have won
you have been

you couldnae written it any better
than it turned out to be
a young boy's tears are now forgotten
and look what you've achieved

another morning will come
another day in the sun
but won't you remember this one?

summers went
summers came
with no care
with disdain for your soul
for your life
yet you breezed through your time

you couldn't written it any better
than it turned out to be
your young boy's tears are long forgotten
you tell me you believe

that another morning will come... 

the curse of the passenger

i saw a picture of your face
straight back from the realm of forgetfulness
your voice resounded in my veins
after years in the wilderness
you looked like you were in paris
from the crayon-like colours outside the door
you looked like you'd conquered your demons
and they were not haunting you anymore
and i saw you still wear those earrings
the ones you bought yourself three lifetimes ago
your soul and mine both took a beating
there was no place that you would call home
and it's the curse of the passenger
living out of worn out suitcases
your life was made of miles and calendars
and endless days of loneliness

but if you've really found your peace
then come and sail across the sea
and come find me
please come and find me

you looked like you were in paris
from the crayon-like colours outside the door

happier times

you looked at the skies
and asked yourself why
you'd gone all that way just to falter that day
why you?
you picked yourself up
but then you cracked up
again and again
all that effort in vain for you
and scotland won't mean the smallest thing
it's just not where you could ever be happy
clapping
you wont' find your peace of mine
morale sapping
seeing things through your eyes

it is for the ride
not the finish line
that i ever played

including that fateful day
i'm proud of my pride
of my eyes open wide
and with these eyes of mine
i can finally see

i see you
feel you've lost your faith in me
i've lost you many times
one more won't change a thing

that day i took a long look at your soul
and wondered whether i'd see you again
and i was left surprised by just how cold
your look down on me was from the pain
and maybe i'll never see you again
and talk to you like i used to do
but how can i forget about that day
when our happier times still shine through?

a vermillion destiny

it took so many years for me to know
when you see off your fears
you'll go and go

there are two things in life you need to surrender to
the first is love but rock and roll is up there too

i met you by chance but not really by chance
fate must be helped for it to stand a change
lest we forget life is nothing but a dance
your vermillion trousers and the way you talked
you lit up the place the minute you walked into that room
that's when my heart stopped
i didn't know you
you didn't know me
i was no believer but then i believed
that just for that once there might've been
a vermillion destiny

it speaks volumes that i was ready to fall
for someone that i'd never seen before
but why would i try and resist
when it all appeared to be suddenly whole?

and just see us now... 

different worlds (julianne)

and we've both seen things that are best unknown...

come
i feel it in my bones
it's not the way it was before
and you
you knew it all along
then why did you just play on?

i'll always have the minute before you ran away
as a reminder that even love can fail
for all we know
for you
no fights and no regrets
for me
an all conquering sex
but we exist in different worlds
and played to entirely different chords

i'll always have the minute before you ran away
as a reminder that the biggest love can fail
for all we know

the girl with the dinosaur in her bag

we talked about your earliest memories
as a child in a faraway land
then you pulled a dinosaur figurine from your bag
and we both stared at it in disbelief
and we're both grown ups
yet there's a part of us
that' still yearning for our candyfloss
and if you don't walk with me, then who will?
and if you don't walk with me...
i'll write new tunes for you
the girl with the dinosaur in her bag
and if you don't walk with me, then who will?
and if you don't understand, then who will?
and if you don't walk with me...

kelly green shirt

and maybe there's a place where our purest souls still talk
a place they don't get lost
a world where they still walk
still side by side
side by side
but on this earth this is goodbye
and you'll pick up the pieces
and shine ever so bright
and i'll pick up the pieces
and get on with my life
and i'll remember the bad times
but i'll remember the good times
your silence reminds me
that all i ever had from you was a kelly green shirt
cos every time i shivered i felt like i would die
when i would catch a fever
you'd turn your head and sigh
and i'll remember the bad times
but i'll have to forget almost all of the good times

if you could hold on to this thought...
no it'll inevitably go

youth

you weren't looking at me
but you were smiling
and i caught it on camera
you could hardly speak when you saw it
hung in that frame
and is any of that left inside your heart?
well i don't know you
i don't know you

you'll never last the course
an ever lasting curse was put on you
where is all the joy?
and where's your youth?
and where's that smile?
you've got your theories
but it's no excuse
for such a life

as you keep saying you hate this world...

a bottle of gin

well i bought a bottle of gin for you

and you drank your bottle of gin with me

you needn't worry for we all make mistakes
drinking and making love
my favourite mistakes

you couldn't walk in a straight line

and i just passed out on the couch and dozed off

never knowing

we chose the words
the words chose us
we held each other
cried together
and without a fuss
i buried you
you buried me
we turned our backs on years together
and we just grieved
but i'll hold you dear
in my memories
i know that you'll come back to haunt me in my sweetest dreams
never knowing

but when daylight comes
and you're there no more
that's when i'll realise
that's when it hits home

i'll live with never knowing
where you're going
but knowing how you were
that timeless smile you wore
as time wore on
well it was there no more
we chose the words
the words chose us
i wish i'd had the guts to speak when it could save us
but i let it go
you let it go
there's nothing much we can do now to change the course

and live with never knowing
where we're going
but knowing how we were...

on leaving

you and i were never quite the same
after we left scotland
in your eyes i'd never seen the sorrow
i saw when we left scotland
you smiled and sighed
and swore you'd never leave me
though we'd leave scotland

you and i were never quite the same
your tears were drowned
and concealed by the rain
you and i were never quite the same
never quite the same

you were mine
and i was gladly yours until we left scotland
saying goodbye
was the one thing left on leaving scotland

pale blue friday

if this is to be the last time i see you
there's not much point in making it count
if you cease to be my nights and mornings
then what's the point in making it count?

cos I've found a way for me and the rain
to make our peace
and the memories from that pale blue friday
i've tried so hard to lock them away
but i had to fix my own heart and belly
before i could start using my brain
use it again

maybe i lost you

think of all the times you failed to turn up for me
think of all the times when you should've stood up for me
and then think
think of all the times i lost my temper and broke things
all that mattered to you
lifeless costly things
and you never failed to remark upon my horrible sins

maybe i lost you in suburban perth
or maybe i lost you on may twelfth
or in between
some other time
or in between
your life and mine
there were times i would've rewritten history
times i would've hoped for a different ending
times i would remember by the songs we used to sing
when you were free

and maybe i lost you...
someone else's lines

and maybe i lost you...
someone else's lines