Joanne

Give me some sweet sign, in darkness marine blue, my eyes in constant flight, don’t come near I moan, this café’ has its virtue, no one here stands alone, spin me this evening light, eager to burn the fuse, pray for all our lives, never more than amens, our dance of sweet perfume, temptation ruins my soul, we’ll sail across the night, say what’s mostly true, only God decides, hold me growing old, console me with good news, other candles blown, bells ring out of sight, our journey maybe confused, your tears tell me why, I’ll always be in you.

Anya

Since we've been away, I don't know what to do, but each night pray, you break the maddened stone, is it finished for you, young one’s still at home, keep the time of day, hear them sing of truth, nothing more to say, no choice but to go, always read the runes, roll like golden domes, signs are all spray paint, hope is not our ruin, we’ve had our play, confined within these rooms, it betrays little clue, this window bears my bones, you sing a song of praise see the creep of moon, new horizons at this café’, when you think of love?

Natalie

We stretch our sunny days, your smile's a living dream, now you're on your way, save me the good news, like a near one’s face, you always know what to do, laughing if it rains, over the water Wallasey, it’s great to see you again, there’s a spirit in you, that’s so easy, no parish of broken rules, demands you work and save, whenever there's a need, you might even take sail, the lovers that you spooked, from one act scenes, you're nobody’s fool, painting in a warm cafe', returns all that feeling, volunteer more days, shining not speaking.

Oriol

Can you identify, that easy thing, between Doll’s House and sky, what has been emptied, makes other parts sing, like love to this waterside, you need no inquiry, when dreams become nothing, and then buried, who needs bells to chime, when we all think, here’s such a good time, some drive Mercedes, laugh as they fling, stuff that makes them happy, each stage of life, can end in a blink, some kiss their wives, in a summer's twilight, you might watch me string, streamers on a kite, then we’ll start flying.

Joe

In the garden metal creaks, I listen to the rain, and turn somehow to speak, this is not my tune, I say, but my words aren’t new, old bricks are stubbled green, an afternoon shower prevaricates, it knows what I've seen, Paris and sunlit avenues, not just as a keepsake, but places I well knew, dressed in O’Neil’s cotton tee, I pull a smiley face, it reaches to my knees, besides us a Magnolia blooms, this yard’s like a cradle, you can smell the Ocean, it’s a joy to squeeze, a life from many taken, a manner so to speak, we live best this way.

Womack

Painting by an unlit lamp, a tree, the bridge, shaking, working like a tramp, I listen to the news, someone else to hate, other cud to chew, it makes a decorater dance, if I play this game, we could go to France, hoping we’re not askew, wondering what's to gain, whatever else we do, all this talk of paths, they’ll scatter our remains, whenever there’s a chance, someone will bring a van, sing hooly what a day, drink before we’re asked, cigarettes and laughs, beer drunk like champagne, life here is crap,

Steve Miller

Let me engage, your tattooed feet in dance, rooms glow in dark spaces, I know what to do, wait for kindness to land, try to make life smooth, there’s nothing in this game, rides on pure chance, when you pull away, you’re great at slow moves, a thief of lonely repast don't let them get to you, my life is framed, your face is tanned, gliding around this café’, tell me sink a few, put down the chip pan, there’s only one of you, twirl me 'round again, throw me off balance, say what you have to say, I’ll take my chance.