What would old Hobbs do with this pure heart
Where shadows inch like rising damp
Their seaweed fingers will us all to be wakeful
What a night for naming stars and parking cars
Sink into our cloud of down and sleep with me
In no way let God's kingdom pass you by
And all the goings on, the shouting mouths have gone
Though why should I care anyway
I'll see your sweet face everyday
And that's everything
A prayer that I may never find you there
Folded up in an empty room
Too tired to laugh at a vaulting moon
- It Won't Be Long
- This House
- Wishing you were here
- (Meeting With My) Main Ma..
- Back Where I Belong
- My Right A.R.M.
- Never Too Late
- Find me
- 1. Only you
- 2. Is this love?
- 3. That ole devil called lov..
- 4. Windmills of Your Mind
- 5. So Am I
- 6. For you only
- 7. Love resurrection
- 8. Weak in the presence of b..
- 9. Invisible
- 10. Find me