: I was a postal worker from May until July I left because of allergies - the letters made me cry 8am on Fridays, 6am the rest Postal for the two months
: Music won't save you from anything but silence Not from heartbreak, not from violence
: (Instrumental)
: It's the same dream that lasts all night but I can only keep this It's Halloween and I'm chasing you round the other kids On a moonlit lawn in a skull
heart and snow on my pills The season is long and this season kills Don't you ever think that you might love me? The season is long and I'm coming home
: There are more people alive now than have ever lived I read that somewhere and instantly thought it impossible but if it were to be true I wonder that
: Breaking Winter up by shooting numbers from the clock The cat sleeps on the atlas in Alsace Lorraine, dreaming long grass and birds on the wire I have
I loved you when you loved me and then we were done There's a silence on the railway There's a bad curse on the land And this season writes a rainstorm
: He lived a boy's life He loved his "Camp Mohawk" on Viele`s Creek And he loved to work on problems, drifting in his canoe Lightning days He hated formalities
(Instrumental)
Music won't save you from anything but silence Not from heartbreak, not from violence
There are more people alive now than have ever lived I read that somewhere and instantly thought it impossible but if it were to be true I wonder that
It's the same dream that lasts all night but I can only keep this It's Halloween and I'm chasing you round the other kids On a moonlit lawn in a skull
He lived a boy's life He loved his "Camp Mohawk" on Viele`s Creek And he loved to work on problems, drifting in his canoe Lightning days He hated formalities
