Sam Three

What’s your crime, a sentence to come, drink some wine, don’t get bitter, what passes for love, won’t alter this, forget broken lines, that sing in your blood, they’re other lives, all that you flip, is there to discover, you need to change grip, entwine, silence the club, survey the crime, no more shit, hands that you scrub, laugh at such hits, hear the clock chime, no being misunderstood, remember this time, pull on your gloves.

Sam Two

Dance in poor man's shoes, sing songs on the wire, always pay your dues, if no one 'phones, don’t wait for a flyer, you know where to go, each little bit of you, faced with their ire, says here is the truth, life isn't a stone, you leave in the fire, no one does it alone, it’s your choice of ruin, louder than a choir, play some more blues, know in your bones, when others conspire, you’ll never go home, they bring you the news, say who's for hire, make your own truth, you're not a liar.

Sam

A flower at your side, just some little token, held with great pride, ribbons in your hair, stuff that you know, never so clear, stupid asks why, accepts you've been chosen, your turn to fly, deny all the hurt, child memory provokes, outside of your care, wished heaven's cry, shrunken or coaxed, don’t try to deny, all that you share, warm in your soaking, with silly dares, sing favourite lines, know that love's spoken, a friend asks you why, you remain unbroken?

Freya Three

Chained to our days, can you ever forgive, the mess we made, best not to moan, or want to rescind, our life as a loan, don’t live in a haze, cower from bliss, tear like cellophane, you're not alone, to go on like this, there's meat on your bones, live for today, make love a trip, it’s more than a trade, welcome the crones, consider the shift, you're going home, when one of them says, you don't fit in, show them the way, what it is to give.

Freya Two

These waters groan, they whisper your name, our ship sails alone, don't know what to do, a brilliant stain, covers the crew, can we ever atone, what’s sought in your name, especially at war, how ungainly the ruin, that presages disgrace, brings us to face you, the love that has flown, we study the waste, in this troubled home, the sea is lemon blue, your face drained, nothing more is new, whatever has gone, help us stay sane, humour or truth, we turn to the flame.

Freya

Memories of your face, so eager to please, the state of your grace, you recoil at my thunder, my very conceit, a man fixed by number, they call me too late, eager to squeeze, the life where you lay, a path uncluttered, my insides heave, you were never a lover, who goes out one day, while I’m asleep, dreams fall away, it makes you wonder, rings, stones, grave, who splits who asunder, who, I hear you say, can smile easy, just break away, from what’s never released ?

Kenny Four

Brilliant bones sculpture your frame, Summer's in full flow, you want to be free, the name of the game, how to stay happy, dance on the floor, walk away from fame, others will follow, taste salt by the sea, fools think it's tame, not what you believe, to number each home, or circle each day, then ask where it goes, stones and glass pieces, drunken oblates, sing like priests, as if on the morrow, no one shares blame, you fly wing of Crow, into the rain.