with apples For I am sick of love His left hand is under my head And his right hand Doth embrace me" This is the Song of Solomon Here's a woman singing
Oh thou, who givest sustenance to the universe From whom all things proceed To whom all things return Unveil to us the face of the true spiritual sun
As the people here grow colder I turn to my computer And spend my evenings with it Like a friend. I was loading a new programme I had ordered from a
Oh it's gonna be the way you always thought it would be But it's gonna be no illusion Oh it's gonna be the way you always dreamt about it But it's gonna
up all night Talking about it Just being alive It can really hurt And these moments given Are a gift from time On a balcony in New York It's just started
Pray God you can cope. I stand outside this woman's work, This woman's world. Ooh, it's hard on the man, Now his part is over. Now starts the craft of
And you huh? You do huh? We let it in We give it out And in the end What's it all about? It must be love I give you my I give you my You give me your
See those trees Bend in the wind I feel they've got a lot more sense than me You see I try to resist A rubberband bouncing back to life A rubberband
I look at you and see My life that might have been: Your face just ghostly in the smoke. They're setting fire to the cornfields As you're taking me home
the city One more step to the top of the city Put me up on the angel's shoulders And I don't mind if it's dangerous I don't mind if it's raining Take
