Joe

You pull on your gloves, take your time, say you're no longer in love, remember the tune, that forgives broken lives, it still beats true, heaven's a cover, when you touch that line, don't reach it in blood, want me to comfort you, make the clock chime, fix up the bedroom, give to those who scrub, lead a generous life, not always the nub, like you'd never rue, the mysteries in your wine, hear the wind go boom, listen to what's above, shudder without a dime, fly like a released dove, it feels right.

Chrissie

When liars shout out rules, sing your own tunes, run away from pills, life is not some nosegay, that anyone can fill, to give you some headway, like money to every fool, find ways to laugh until. there's comfort in the Blues, sing them every day, they will never kill, the love you live aanyway, always dream of good news, don't worry at the chill, when you have to refuse, douse yourself with perfume, there'll always be bills, see your petals bloom, no need for love's curfew, to slake your thrills, act holy with silent moods, reduce yourself to nil.

Paul Three

Don't sing me your Blues, hammer on the wire, go and pay some dues, life isn't a stone, taken to the fire, you could even atone, whoever gives you the news, see what's for hire, find your own truth, nature in its bones, says poison your desires, you'll always come home, read all the books, they always inspire, stay away from the booze, your own piece of ruin, always aspire, to love red suede shoes, each little bit of you, that everyone requires, give them no clue, say you're no liar.

Paul Two

Not drunk to ask why, accept you've been chosen, before you can deny, laugh at all the crazes, that they try to provoke, with stupid phrases, sing instead your favourite lines, when time goes by unspoken, all in a heaven's cry, outside of your lazes, the tattered overcoat, those sweet days of praying, the grave comes in time, to verify love's soaking, clouds lower the sky, dreams settle in fazes, blow on your cold bones, dance away the traces, a flower by your side, just some little token, more than any pride, of being broken.

Paul

We live in a haze, sheltered from the wind, as stuck as cellophane, best not to moan, or set a new trend, life's just a loan, do we buck the rain, scour the land, for our perfect train, in our worn-out clothes, enjoy being kind, we're not on our bones, make a step change, let crying lie in, love's more than trade, when someone groans, says hope's in the bin, move out of that zone, chained to our days, we break free of sin, in greater ways, to understand?

Esme Three

If there are any good parts, I hear her say, they're in your heart, I look at the moon, a spring tide today, everything comes too soon, I'm cool but my eyes spark, wouldn't it be great, to make a new start, to live somewhere new, she listens but waits, doesn't need more truth, a psychiatrist by starts, emotion's just a name, I'll sell the car, she'll let it go that far, smiles and hesitates, kisses me beneath the stars, she tears me apart, I'm the fool you state, you're not so smart, she holds my face.

Esme Two

Water runs softly, there's a need for grace, to ease my swollen feet, strained in my moans, I settle at this place, heart against bone, have to leave the city, blown here by the rain, carry all that's with me, alone in this grotto, there are words to say, how to atone, for all the grim testimony, given me this day, that price is offertory, when fatuous jokes kill me, all the useless games, discretion becomes inventory, I want to receive, to throw away the cage, delighted to believe, the sunshine on my face.