Martina Two

Is this how we imitate, our inventive best, when we twist and shake, open every door, to mend our fences, wake up sore, fuelled with what we take, like all the rest, we won’t hesitate, fools sing for applause, faith brings us to the test, does two and two make four, the night's cool probate, scatters our innocence, no matter what cost relates, the drunken poor, ask for our presence, leave us the floor, the search for gain, is the cask they blend, don’t send them away, they're our new friends.

Martine

Is this really the place, to ask the reason why, my love's ashamed, the haze of loss and show, he beats out his time, nowhere else to go, soaked on an island main, desolate in his cry, he always tries to calculate, what I need to know, no longer beats the sky, wooden box or one-way blow, when he jumps rail, boxcar irons safe to climb, eschews the spikes of jail, his lips won’t go, near this sweetheart’s tie, witness the gentle furrow, no easy way to fake, what hurts him deep inside, takes it to his grave, eyes open wide.

Sean Four

Do you think when beat, perhaps with a common air, you can rescue everything, if love’s the same, heaven’s a place to share, with my good name, when in depths of need, have a go at taking care, it's not easy being free, getting there’s the game, never short of pleasure, when it's up the lane, I know how to keep, a wooden face on stairs, bars are my sole conceit, anyone I can tame, mould on hard chairs, maybe use the chains, will anyone see, the gaps between my hair, eyes lit up like kerosene, my breath gone somewhere?

Sean Three

Don't say get a grip, when I fail down below, let another moment slip, I don't need drugs to pray, sooth my bones, my quest to get away, stowaways have surly lips, manacles of wretched homes, others take a coin and flip, tired jokes and spirits flay, on 49 different time zones, lies in everything they say, they make your eyes dip, will consumptive hollows, take another nip, won’t know how I sleep, if I can act grown, when faith takes a leap, wonder if I make this trip, will the wind moan, nail me in a coffin ship, c'mon baby let’s go.

Sean Two

Your kisses leave me, shivering on the train, tongues beset by family, your wailed news, runs dead across my face, more jelly for the blues, who knows what to believe, but a growing grain, of blessed relief, who bears the crew, to these dockside gates, they always face the truth, a swollen handkerchief, a stillborn fate, a star across the sea, you wouldn't believe how cruel, life can be, before sunrise looms, but your tears can't reach, me on my way, don't spoil my dreams, this November day.

Sean

You like sugared tea, tears are lachrymose, jokes, not your repartee, once might have been so, you suppose, never one to atone, the wind starts to ease, ride out the blow, replace it with certainty, the moon meets your tone, you'd never close, doors on their going, who needs the sea, why bother to roam, when you can believe, kids are still at home, their mother's fine, you fix a drink alone, when they all leave, you’ll change your clothes, huff to the lavatory, weigh twenty stone

Raith Three

It's been a while, so there you go, wait like a child, when donkeys start to bray, or the cock crows, you'll have your say, no need to find, what you rarely own, on boardwalk miles, a star shows the way, frozen in your clothes, this is no play, kid you don't mind, just another show, never mind the time, stay here a while, wrapped up in the snow, you have some style, sit by a fire, don’t worry or scold, try to stay kind, a smile in your bones